I dropped off Bernie at doggie day care today because I have a bazillion meetings and I have to write a grant.

When I got there at 8:15 this morning, they side eyed me. I already made the appointment for my 10-week old RED NOSE PIT BULL. I practically wear a sandwich board sign all day, errday, regarding Bernie. This place is THE place for gentrifiers in our neighborhood, so any pure breed pit bull probably makes them get all wiggy. So we talked through his story, again, and they took him and put him in isolation. He looked so sad, by himself, and I was so pissed, but I couldn’t leave him in his crate at home, all day.

Welp. I just went to go drop off his immunizations paperwork and the staff came running.

OMG, BERNIE, BERNIE!!!!!! He is so sweet! He has made friends with all the small dogs and just likes to play and lick everyone!

They let me hug and kiss him goodbye so I could go back to work.

I looked at him and watched him toddle off and play with some fluffy, little dog and I was like,

'Bernie wins, motherfuckers.'