At the end of a long week, who better to unpack all your problems with than a trusted therapist, amirite? Wait, you don't have a talk doc? Don't worry — just get a dog! That's how Fitz came to adopt Dr. Daphne Fitzgibbons III* and, six months later, he's never been happier. OK, no, she can't technically speak and doesn't really listen or weigh in on Fitz's personal issues or advise him in any tangible way, but she does cuddle with him and give him kisses and chew up his shoes and let him pick up her poop on the sidewalk so, like, it's not such a bad trade off in the end. Because everybody needs someone to talk to, or a shoulder/Chihuahua to cry on, or, at the very least, someone who will happily sit/slobber on their lap.
Yours in thirst,
Dude A Day
*not actually a licensed doctor, therapist, or Fitzgibbons
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