Not the first time Dolly has been hurtful. A certifiable furvert, she has historically been willing to slum it with me on Valentine’s Day.
How many Valentine’s Days ago was this? Of this photo Dolly says, “LB, you have mad Photoshop skills.”
Say what she will, Dolly has occasionally gone in for some snuggles. But lately so many new bears have entered the house that my chances of winning her back are nil. Even the elementary school is sending home bears for sleepovers…big bears who are really furry—not “matted, mangy, and alcoholic” and who “don’t smell like liver failure.”
So my Valentine’s Day wish is a little less romantic now.
But still hopeful.
Liquorstore Bear 