I’m a real sucker for my pet, Jake.
Everything about him is lovable, and all the people thinks so. He’s not some little designer lap pet or anything like that, in fact he’s a pressing black mutt and my buddy and I have no idea what breeds he is, however his personality is second to none. He’s loyal and sweet and cuddly, every moment of the afternoon. He never wants to be away from his people, so he follows me from room to room when we’re at home, and sometimes I feel exhausting about it; You see, he always lays in the rooms that are most heavily air conditioned, and often he looks freezing while he’s doing so. I’m usually in the residing room or the bedroom, both of which have pressing window air conditioning units. He follows me there, and is often directly in front of the air vents from the A/C units. I look over at him every once in a while to notice that he’s all curled up and huddled close to any soft blankets he can find. I can only guess that he’s just catching too much of a chill from the overabundant AC, which makes me feel guilty. I try to cover him up with blankets, however he crawls out from underneath them promptly. I haven’t gone so far as to get him a coat or jacket to combat the cooling system, because I feel he’s too pressing and tough for that ninny nonsense. Still, I feel like a exhausting pet parent for all the chilly temperatures he endures to be by my side.