Someone please tell my roommate that personal space is a real thing! 🙄 One minute he’s a hyperactive German Shepherd trying to initiate a midnight stroll, and the next he’s a human literally wrapping himself around me like a giant hug.
It’s Day of the Dead, but I think he’s actually trying to bury me under all this affection! 💀🐾 How do people live with such high-energy companions? Am I the only one who prefers a quiet night by the window over a chaotic romp through the halls?