Or am I just broken?
I’ve had to start putting my beverage down before I read Pinterest, after I almost choked myself laughing over sentimental dog memes.
Don’t get me wrong; I love Silas. I also love my husband, even while he’s slamming cabinet doors and leaving the toilet seat up. Real love is not endless adoration.
Here’s a sampling of some of the recent offenders. (I tried my best to find attributions for these. No dice. Note to bloggers: if you want credit, you’d better start watermarking your images, because pinning a permanent link seems to be too complicated for people.)
And if I had to pay someone a dollar every time I wanted aliens to come and take him away, we’d be about even.
How about one from the “dog virtues” genre?
When I’m in a bad mood, Silas avoids me. If that counts as patience, I am a zen master.
How about this one:
No, when someone says they don’t like my dog, I’m usually sympathetic. Must be the barking and lunging?
I could go on all day, but we’ll end with the one that inspired this whole post:
I’m a bad person for laughing at this, aren’t I?