Am I overreacting? Maybe. But someone in this family has to think beyond the wagging tail and puppy kisses. I’m not trying to be the villain—I genuinely want her to be happy. I just wish that happiness didn’t come wrapped in fur, fueled by chaos, and armed with tiny razor-sharp teeth. Because when the novelty fades and reality sets in, I’m worried she won’t be able to keep up—and I’ll be the one trying to hold it all together while pretending this was somehow the plan all along.
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