What makes me special
My dog is special because he’s a 110-lb Alaskan Malamute with strong opinions and zero respect for personal space. He talks back like I’ve personally wronged him, digs artisanal craters in the yard for “curb appeal,” and sings an opera if dinner is 90 seconds late. He sheds enough to knit another dog weekly and insists on sitting directly on my feet because I’m clearly his emotional-support ottoman.

He knows every command—he just prefers to negotiate. And when he finally cuddles, he sighs like he’s doing me a huge favor. Loud, stubborn, dramatic… and somehow still perfect.