What's happened to me?

She's not a dog, she's a worm. Just look how she wormed her way onto my lap last night. What a disgustingly cute, adorable creature of pure affection. Sometimes, I'm slightly offended at myself. And sometimes I imagine God before creation thinking, "Alright, now we're going to need a lot of extra smiles to go around. What can I do?" And so he made puppies.

And Bo and Emma saw that it was good.