Dog

I’m walking by the Art Museum when I run into a friend of mine who I haven’t seen in a while. They’re walking their dog, who I’ve met before.

Friend: Hey Matt!

Me: AAA! How’s everybody doing today?

Friend: Life is great! How about you?

Me, kneeling: Oooh I’m doing better now that I see your little play face WHO’S A GOOD DOG?

Me: IT’S YOU

Me: LOOK AT THAT PLAY FACE

Me: Oh shit that’s a bite face

Dog tries to bite me and narrowly misses.

Dog: grrrrrrrr

Friend: Shit shit shit, I am so sorry

Me: I thought we were friends!

Friend: Are you okay?

Me: Yeah yeah, Dog didn’t actually get me. So anyway, are you coming to th-

Friend: But are you hurt?

Me: Nah I’m good. So did you wanna come to-

Friend: I’m so sorry, they don’t like men, and you’re, like, really tall, so

Me: No, really, I’m okay. The only thing that hurts is my pride.

Dog: rrrrrRUFF

Me: You would say that.

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