I love animals, or at least enough that you can call me obsessed. I have two tiny dogs, one called Bella, which means beautiful in Italian, and one called London out of our memories of England. (My family lived in England for five or so years.)
To be honest, I’m not always this optimistic about them. For example, I had just taken her on a hike, and she was all muddy. I was realy tired, so I collapsed on the couch instead of going to my room upstairs. I was never planning to sleep, just sit for a few minutes but it doesn’t make a muddy song sitting on your face any better.
Overall, I love my dogs. For all of those cat lovers out there, it’s not that I don’t love cats. It’s just that my mother is allergic.