But this “whistling” puppy is the tiniest cutest thing in the whole wide world.
And it’s not just my opinion. This is empirically true. Obviously.
(Look at his little triangle mouth!)
Okay. Fine. I’m mushy today. Earlier, while the rain pounded against the windows, I curled up in a chair, ate cinnamon toast, and watched the end of Benji: The Hunted.
Benji: The Hunted, pippa!
But, please note, that’s Benji COLON The Hunted.
And, you know, I think the colon redeems it as a slightly more matter of fact, less mushy choice.
At least, this is what I choose to tell myself.
Benji: The Hunted. Holy cow. My sister and I watched that once when we were little, and we bawled for hours afterward. That sobbing, hiccuping, so much congestion and sinus pressure that you can’t breathe kind of crying. My mom did her best, but we could not be consoled. Needless to say, it was the last time we ever watched that movie. Man, did that bring back some memories.
Man, I don’t know how you could watch Benji. I’m so mushy I can’t even watch fictional animals in peril.
Let alone their colons in peril.
I loooooooved the whistling puppy. Hawkins & I had to argue over whether it was going up on Viral Footage. I won and put it up, but I did have to post an extra video. Worth it, that dog was awesome.