Sometimes when I hold Mickey I’m all, “You feel so much softer than the last time I touched you.” And ya know, logistics aside (the fact he’s not a human, the amount of margaritas I drink), it’s those kind of interactions that make me feel like marriage might not be a ridiculous concept.

Not like, between us. I can’t marry my dog (yet), but you know… I see him every day and he still feels soft to me. Softer than last year even.