Puppy Therapy

This weekend, Leslie came over to watch a movie and brought her Shih Tzu, Emmett (aka Mr. Poops) along with her. Mr. Poops was a fantastic guest. His manners were quite lovely.

I've wanted a dog for a while, the only problem is that I have terrible allergies. Roxy licked me one night and I broke out in hives. Mr. Poops gave me the sniffles. I really hate this, because I love animals, but I just can't have one because they make me feel miserable.

I went online and found a list of dogs that were considered hypoallergenic. I started reading up on them and trying to narrow down the list to a small dog that had a happy disposition, wasn't too stubborn, and was cutie-cute-cutes.

I ran across the Maltese, and at first I was like "Feh" because I thought maybe it wasn't my kinda dog.

But then... then I saw this picture of a Maltese puppy.

Are you totally dying? Please tell me you are. Because if you aren't totally in love with that puppy, and you don't want to pick it up and just eat it with a spoon, then you are a CYBORG.

Just look at it. Gaze at that wee puppy nose. Consider how teeny his paws are. Imagine how wriggly and silly and soft he'd be!

Ohhhhh Mr. Puppy Paws! You's so cute! AWWWWEEEEEE

Now, don't you feel better?

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