About a year ago I woke up slightly hungover on a beautiful Fall Saturday with *literally* nothing to do, so I zombie stumbled out for coffee around noon and, long story shortā¦accidentally adopted a three-month old almost-pomeranian puppy on the way home. Soon it was Winter and the world was cold and dark and I (tired and probably still hungover) was like, āHoly fucking shit, Iām SO sorry everyone in my life / Iāve made a terrible mistake / this dog is a fucking asshole / Iām sorry he peed on your bed and Iām sorry he ate your new shoes and Iām sorry he bites your face, Gramma.ā Fast-forward an indistinguishable amount of time and incalculable number of soiled beds and heās now a perfect little angel baby bear and the coolest living thing I know.