I have been sick for about 3 weeks from miscellaneous reasons that revolve around Vietnam. As a “get well” present*, my mom sent me a golden retriever that breathes.
It’s actually really cute and looks real from far away. But if someone were to see it in my bedroom out of context, it would make me look like someone who collects beanie babies or cabbage patch kids.
*And also, a weird sort of nod to the home-ec experiment when you give boy and girl couples and egg to watch for a week to show them how hard it is to take care of a baby. As she suggested I practice taking this puppy with me too and from work everyday so I can get used to having a puppy.