Your Heart is a Weapon the Size of Your Fist

“Keep Fighting, Keep Loving.”
Our little friend is here. All my shoes had to be placed above dog-level, along with all my pillows, all my gloves and hats and blankets, all my socks, all my pens, all my heroin, and all my rubber bands.
And of course, if I turn around for fifteen minutes, he’ll still find something to grab and use it to invite me to chase him around.







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So you actually got a little yapper?
I’m actually sitting this little fellow.
At first reading, I thought you wrote “”I’m actually sitting ON this little fellow.” Which is one way to keep him from destroying the house.
Your first reading was the correct reading.