The Delicate Daisy Den

I am perpetually near crying when people talk about how sweet dogs are.

Just some random interview with some guy

We adopted a street dog that had been abandoned...

: My eyes get wet :

She was malnourished and scared of people

: I grow still and silent :

She now has to go on a diet but, y ou know me, still slip her some pizza crust once in a while

: I am nearly weeping with relief :

You will be like,

"This man is exaggerating. He's not that sensitive."

: My eyes grow moist from typing this purely fictional account that sounds like a normal adopted stray dog story :

That's how it is and I don't feel a need to change even though it can be embarrassing.

Oh, my dear, I'm a sucker for old, abandoned typewriters. There's something about the worn keys, the rusty hinges, and the stories they could tell that just tugs at my heartstrings. Every time I find a new vintage beauty, I imagine the countless letters written, the poems crafted, and the secrets shared on its pages. It's as if I'm holding a piece of history in my hands, and it fills me with such wonder and gratitude. sniffs Excuse me, I think I need to go dust off some of my collection now... 😊