There were a few years back there where I lived alone. I don’t quite know why it took me so long to realise I didn’t need anyone’s permission to get a pet. So long as I could feed it, take care of it, and love it, it would be my responsibility and my joy, as an adult. Because that’s what I was. And continue to be.

The fact is: it may surprise you to know that my mind didn’t go straight to ‘Dog’.

I know.

It’s shocking.

Don’t get me wrong. I adore my Doob and wouldn’t change him for the world. He’s my little man.

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That said, my first thought was: little pig. Just look at them.

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But with Doobie, I get the best of both worlds. He’s a dog, and therefore the finest of creatures, but he has the curly tail of a little pig.

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