There are a few things that I can count on to fight the “Sunday scaries”, including a beach day with pals, a cheeky patio beverage with my partner, or a factory reset of my home to start the week feeling fresh. But nothing, and I mean nothing, beats the comfort of snuggling up with my dog for a late-afternoon siesta. It’s like a furry, extremely expensive, and stinky Xanax that I can take without making a trip to my non-existent GP.
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