Syzygy likes pretending to fall down between my legs.

I was raised by dogs, trained dogs, molded by dogs.

But don't currently have one.

My cats do come when called and growls at the mail person. So I may give off dog energy.

I presume their fish is named "Choate".

Only happened once. And I'm sure I fucked shit up for them.

Edit to clarify: they didn't only go to the vet once, the vet only got confused by their names once. The vet just asks for my human name now.

I grew up with the neighborhood problem void. Legit dug holes in the driveway to get at moles.