I Became The Dog In An All Female Household _top_ Official

And here’s the strange part—I love it.

Here’s how I know.

I am the dog of this house.

When a strange noise came from the alley at 2 AM, I grabbed a flashlight and went outside. I am the pseudo-man of the house. I check the locks. I kill the spiders (via relocation, because they won’t let me kill them). But I also know that if I left for a week, they’d survive just fine. They’d probably reorganize the pantry and forget to tell me. I am the dog: loyal, useful, but ultimately not running the pack. i became the dog in an all female household