One night a few weeks ago I found a little puppy wandering alone along a ditch next to a busy road, and I felt obligated to rescue it. Knocking a few doors and approaching a few strangers I was unable to find its owner. So I called the Princess and asked her what I should do. “Bring it to me!” she demanded. “I want a puppy!” So she took the puppy in and I was relieved that the puppy had a caretaker.
Later, upon further investigation and a visit to the vet, the Princess learned that the puppy was actually not a puppy at all, but a full grown Yorkie-like mutt. The vet also concluded that the dog recently had puppies.
“It was probably on the way to its puppies. Way to rip a dog’s family apart,” the Princess said.
Later I asked the Princess, as a joke, if I should “still feel bad about ripping the dog from its babies?”
“You should feel bad about everything you do,” she replied.
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