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Why We Work
We work because she licks my face when I cry and my legs when I'm sweaty.
We work because her paws smell like Fritos and her fur never stinks no matter how long she goes without a bath.
We work because she doesn't judge me when I eat a pint of froyo while watching movies on a Friday night (in fact she helps me finish it), or when I don't change out of my pjs for 24 hours, or when I binge watch Netflix tv shows, or when I'm so hungover I can't move.
We work because she's so lazy and tired in the morning that she poops as quickly as possible so she can get back in bed before I leave for work.
We work because she's always down for running and adventures.
We work because she snuggles with me even when I don't shave my legs for weeks.
We work because we both love Cosmo and carrots.
And finally, we work because she doesn't get offended when I call her a sausage.