Before vs. After Getting a Dog — The Gap Is Absolutely Unhinged
Before vs. After Getting a Dog — The Gap Is Absolutely Unhinged I used to be a rational person. Then I adopted a dog. Now I occupy 18% of my own bed and I have no regrets. I want to issue a formal warning to anyone thinking about getting a dog. Not a "don't do it" warning. More of a "you will not recognize yourself in six months and somehow be completely fine with that" warning. Let me show you what I mean. The bed situation Before After The bed is mine. Queen-sized. All of it. I sleep in the middle like a starfish. It's glorious. I occupy 18% of the bed . My dog is spread across the rest in what I can only describe as a power pose. I sleep on the edge like I'm about to fall off a cliff. I do not move him. He weighs thirty pounds. I weigh six times that. And yet. Leaving the house Before After Grab keys. Walk out. Done. Forty seconds, tops. Step 1: put on shoes. He sits by the door, staring. Step 2: explain where I'm going . Step 3: he whines. Step 4...