Dogs are cool. Dogs are great. If only I

Dogs are cool. Dogs are great. If only I could afford a puppy crate. You see, he has a knack for getting into trouble. This canine lives in his own personal bubble.

The bubble is a mixture of dog drool and canine eyeboogers. The dog travels around the neighborhood in its bubble. It's sticky so leaves, gum wrappers, small mammals got stuck

in the dog-booger-bubble. The neighbors were strangely apathetic towards the whole scene. As the sticky bubble increased in size, we thought it would be cool to throw grandma

some chicken bones.She hadn't eaten in days,her appearance becoming increasingly skeleton-like.We had to feed her or get her off the front lawn.The big bubble started rising,

before popping on the roof. Our dog had started drooling bubbles as every time Louise walked past, her extruding ribcage would leave a delicious aroma in the air.

It was strange, but it always reminded her of home in a weird way. When the day everyone was dreading finally came, it was obvious what needed to be done. Our dog was sick, and we

couldn't afford to buy our poor faithful loving dog more time. We couldn't even afford to have Scruffy put down humanely in the nearest town. But our vibe-coding cousin Jared said:

I'll babysit on Tuesday for a submarine sandwich today.

I fucking love submarine sandwiches. It reminds me of the hit song Yellow Submarine by The Beatles, performed by the one and only Ringo Starr. Oh Ringo. How I love you

r flaky scalp and moist beefy cheeks. The way your plump rosy elbows glisten in the sun, just beckoning me to thinly slice them onto a pile of crispy Ringoroni. Aw, let it be.