It’s me.
Harry Manilow.
Valentine’s Day weekend is coming and I would like everyone to know that I am emotionally available and dressed accordingly.
Please take in the tux.
The bowtie.
The posture of a dog who has rehearsed this moment in the mirror.
This is about Fifi.
My beautiful mistake.
My curly-haired plot twist.
The dog who once rejected me and then walked away like she didn’t just alter my entire personality.
Do I think about her?
Constantly.
Do I pretend I don’t?
Never.
I have been flirting in my head for days.
I have been casually leaning near Valentine’s toys like,
“Oh this? Just something I thought you might like if we were… you know… together.”
Valentine’s Day weekend is coming, which means now is the time to stop by Zoomies & Purr and secure a Valentine’s toy for your dog’s one true love, their situationship, or the dog they stare at through the fence.
Hearts.
Dinosaurs.
Plush toys that scream “I planned this and I have depth.”
Love is embarrassing.
Timing is everything.
And if Fifi sees me this week holding a heart-shaped squeaker…
I will be unbearable.
Love,
Harry

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