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Marginally related personal story: My grandparents had a Pomeranian that was spoiled rotten when I was younger. My grandfather (sit tibi terra levis) would sometimes buy McDonalds for the family - nothing unusual there. He would feed the dog a few nuggets - nothing unusual there.
… he would tear apart each nugget with his teeth into little pieces for her before giving them.
We human beings can be so weird about these precious creatures we’ve taken in as our charges. XD
When I make burgers I absolutely make my dog a lil burger because he needs a lil burger and deserves lil burger and also he’s such a good boy
A Pomeranian? I was sure this was going to be a pug story.
Oh, she was definitely my grandparents’ dog, I tolerated her because she was sometimes cute, but she definitely wasn’t my dog. XD
Our dogs are available for us to love on and dote over.
That’s their job. I like to tuck mine in, fussing with her covers until she makes these contented soft honking sounds.
It’s how I show that I love her.
