Growing up, I was not a pet person. I had a dog, but she ran away. And I think there might have been a goldfish or two. I wasn’t against pets and animals, but they just weren’t for me. I’d see people post pics if their pets and I’d rolll my eyes.

“My pet is SO smart/loving/loyal. You just don’t get it, TB.” True, I didn’t get it and I didn’t want to get it. But then, I met a gal with an awesome dog.

Enter: Sammy

Now, I thought I could learn to tolerate this dog. I’d play with him and maybe give him a treat or two. I could fake it. Then on a visit to see my gal, this dog put his paws on me and gave me a hug before I left. This dog HUGGED me.

Now I talk to this dog via FaceTime. I carry this dog around like a baby. I have a whole ass album full of Sammy pics. And I even pose with this dog.

I say all that to say this: I get it. I was wrong about pets. I get it now.

Now excuse me while I search for a UK bandana for Sammy Dogg.