So there’s this little stray dog just chilling on my porch, and every time I look outside it looks back at me with these big adorable eyes. His furs all matted and I had to cut out some twigs that got tangled in it, but otherwise he looks fine. Every fiber of my being want’s to embrace the little fucker and take him in as my own, but we already own two cats and a dog, and my dad would never let us take in a fourth. I've got some deep feels right now.