My Doggy Valentine

 

     So yesterday was Valentine’s Day, and there were lots of chocolates in the house, and I decided to eat one. As his wont whenever he sees someone eating, our dog sat next to me and tried to manipulate me with his oh-so charming eyes into giving him a piece—unfortunately for him, chocolates are highly toxic to dogs, so he'd never get a piece

     Still, he remained sitting next to me, even leaning into me and cuddling with me, and not eyeing the chocolate anymore.

     Imagine that’s your girlfriend, asking you to give her some chocolates and you refuse, telling her that her blood sugar’s already high, but she wouldn’t hear of it, instead, she’d probably break up with you right there and then, and curse you non-stop and will probably try to physically harm you, and make you jealous, like joining a neighborhood gang bang with five men—irrational and vicious, yes, and all you did was show your concern for her.

     A dog will never do that; make a dog feel loved and it will love you back, more than double or triple or quadruple of what you’re giving it.

     Your love for a dog will never go unrequited, they would never keep their love a secret, they will show it to you, wag their tail to you, and lick you, if you’d allow them, to death.

     So yeah, spending Valentine’s Day with your dog is a lot better, ten times better than spending it with a human.

     So I finished the chocolate, stood up, and gave the dog some treats and got another chocolate.

     And no, I’m not bitter being single, that I assure you.

     I wonder how my blood sugar is.