Chewie.
Adopted from Kuwait.
The occasional pooper in the house.
On those days, he’s not my favorite.
And I consider leaving the yard gate slightly ajar.
Then there are days like this one.
When he sees me leaving.
And he knows.
And he looks sad.
Maybe even guilty.
And I realize something.
He’s grown on me.
Like an unwanted fungus that I can’t seem to shake.
…and when his eyes meet mine, it’s over.
#theeverydayiseverything
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