I’m a poor single woman so I live with my brother. Yes, a bit awkward to explain when I’m on a date, but I’m saving money by doing so. Others can deal with it.
Recently, it was my brother’s birthday. As a joke, my mother purchased him a life-size stuffed brown Labrador. (It was NEVER actually alive)
We both have been wanting a pet, but it hasn’t been the right time for either of us. Clearly, a stuffed animal is the next best thing. And I think it would be frowned upon if we got Tomagotchis.
We wanted to be clever so we named him Charlie Brown, and now he has become part of the family.
Charlie is still getting use to his new home. He tests his boundaries and is no stranger to breaking the rules.
Sometimes having a fake pet is just as difficult as having a real one.
…Oh, Charlie Brown.