Bernadette and difficult humans

Everything I know from furry people

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I live alone in a beautiful house named Etta, with two furbabies. Poppy is my first and only dog, now 14 with heart disease, encroaching blindness, and selective hearing. I love her with all my being. Not only is she the most beautiful dog in the universe, she has been my loyal companion through a divorce, 5 jobs, as many addresses, twice as many boyfriends, and a stint of living out of my car and AirBnBs, when I experimented with being a well-heeled and mostly homeless consultant. She teaches me how to enter a room with confidence, how to sass, how to deal with little girls who squeal because you’re cute, how to play with toys bigger than me, and how to deal with others who are afraid, overexcited, f*ckingpuppies, or really really big and interesting smelling.

She would eat the whole deer.