There is a little foofy puppy that lives next door, whose person brought her here this morning, and she's gotten a little too comfortable... I'm concerned that she's not going to leave. Ever.
She has started napping on my bed, which has elicited the "cute" word. It's alarming, since "cute" is MY word. It's about ME. If I am bested by her foofy tail and little beard and squeaky bark, I will be beside myself. NOT COOL, PEOPLE. I AM THE CUTE.

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