Yes, they keep them as pets, too

Our puppy Ein has now been fast asleep for the past hour and a half, and after a few minutes of debating, I ultimately decided to let 'im sleep. It's been a long day for all of us, as the entire day was spent first going an hour out of town, picking up the puppy, getting all of the necessary supplies (for the time being), and training the little scamp not to shit all around my apartment, but it was all worth it. At the end of the day, Zoe and I are proud owners of a two-and-a-half-month-old Corgi pup.

We decided against the name "Chewie" for aforementioned reasons, and after running through numerous names including Tas, Owen, and Carbunkle (see if you can spot the fantasy/Star Wars/loser references), we settled on naming our pup after the reason we so wanted a corgi in the first place: Ein, the lovable Welsh Pembroke Corgi from "Cowboy Bebop". If you're blatantly obvious, no one can call you out for being unoriginal.

Ein has a peculiar fascination with feet. When I tap the back of my heel against my sandal, he comes running full speed, sometimes slipping against the polished sheen of my pseudo-wood flooring. Likewise, when Zoe wears her panda slippers, Ein figures it's a good idea to chase her feet down and assert his dominance as the cutest furry creature in the household. Next to Sawyer, of course, who's been sitting in his cage the whole time wondering what the fuss is about.

Although it's my first time raising anything that requires to be let outside of the confines of a cage, I know Zoe and I will be good owners to this adventurous little creature that has already brought so many death-by-cuteness moments upon us in the span of a day.

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