Kiefer and I used to go out frequently. Then…we got Ozzy puppy.
And he needed to be let out to go potty in the middle of the night. And he eats everything, so when we’re not home he has to be in a crate.
So we started never leaving the house. Ever.
- We were sleep deprived.
- We don’t like keeping him in the crate for too long.
- We suspected Esme taunted Ozzy from outside the crate.
I realized something had to give when this happened:
Kiefer: We need milk and bananas.
Thoughtsy: Does PetSmart carry those? No? Are dogs allowed in the grocery store?
Kiefer realized something had to change when he started to kiss me, and Ozzy nosed his way inbetween us, pushing Kiefer away. Then Ozzy sat in my lap and stared up at Kiefer with eyes that said, “What?”
Obviously, our little Ozzy is not a wing man. He’s a cock block.
So Kiefer and I implemented a date night. We both got a little dressed up, and just before we were ready to go, Kiefer disappeared.
Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Kiefer…standing on the doorstep.
Kiefer: Hi! I’m here to pick you up for your date. How was your day?
Thoughtsy: Good. Would you like to come in?
Kiefer: Why, yes, thank you. I love what you’ve done with the place. (::looking around at puppy toys all over the floor and his hideous coffee table::)
And then when we went out to dinner. Sure, it was a little dorky, but it was also awesome.
Sometimes it’s the little things.
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