So, if you've known me for awhile you know I've been single for pretty much ever. I kinda fell in love once, but it didn't really work out. She lived in Oregon, I live in California. The only thing keeping us together was the internet and that wasn't enough when we hadn't even sniffed butts.
Anyway. Last week when I was out supermodeling for Daisy, a really nice lady saw me posing in front of her house and invited us into her backyard to meet her two pugs, Sophie and Pixie. I like people. I like pugs. Cool, right?
It was more than cool. Way more. Because as soon as I saw Sophie, I felt all weird inside. Kinda like I was about to puke, but in a good way (my human called it chemistry? No idea). Sophie is older than me, so I'm guessing she knows more about love than I do. She wasn't shy at all - skipped the butt sniff and went right in for a kiss.
Yeah. My first real kiss. It made me feel all jello-y. Of course my human took a picture (totally embarrassing) and then laughed at me because you're supposed to close your eyes when someone kisses you? Makes no sense, but I'm glad I kept my eyes open. Sophie is even cuter up close. AND she lives in my state.
Have you ever had the jello-y feeling about another dog? I don't feel it anymore and kinda want to know if it's going to come back.