It's around 10:45pm as I return home from dinner and a movie.* Per usual little M greets me at the door, tail wagging, eager to play. I lean over the baby/doggie gate to put my leftovers down when I am startled by the door creaking open.
Masala, ever the protector, scurries into his crate, tail between his legs and looks at me all, "WTF?"
Thanks, buddy. Nice to know you're there for me.
*He's Just Not That Into You - a couple of laugh-out-loud moments, but overall not that great (albeit better than most romantic comedies these days, sadly enough). Also, it bizarrely left me feeling depressed and bitter rather than giddy, daydreamy, and lovestruck.
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