if he by chance did ever act up I'd starve him 5 days out of the week, trapped in my basement with nothing but a blanket and a half bathroom to make sure he's only dependant on me for basic necessities.
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I’d brought him clothes because I knew he had been thrown out with nothing but what was on his back. I remember watching him pull on my old black hoodie and my high school PE sweatpants in the hotel room and thinking, with complete seriousness, that nobody had ever looked
I honestly think people make pets too functional in fiction. They just give them the default settings of loyal companion who isn't throwing up and shitting everywhere. Very unrealistic.