@des-zimbits these are my three dogs, Rufus is the black and white one, Lulu is the one sitting on top of her sister, Lily is the sister who is curled up in a ball under Lulu. We don’t know exactly what breeds they are because they’re all rescue but our estimates are that Rufus is some sort of pit bull, Lulu is a pit bull/ terrier mix, and Lily is a pit bull/ rottweiler mix. We also know that Rufus loves his toy lobster (as shown), Lulu loves attention (as shown), and Lily likes naps (as shown)
Story time, okay so I’ve had Rufus and Lulu the longest, and I got Lily a few years after the two of them, and she was only supposed to be a foster pup because she had terrible mange and was on the verge of death. Spoiler alert, we got too attached and we kept her. She is also healthy now and a very happy pup. She likes to play with Lulu a lot. Rufus isn’t much of a playful pup, he likes to cuddle and get head pets. They are the sweetest™ pups ever, and I hope you love them as much as I do!
We go out for dinner, have a lovely time. Afterwards we head down to the local arcade. We pass a claw machine, you point out a stuffed lobster among all the toys in the machine and say “Oh I love that it’s so cute!”. I proceed to feed a $5 note into the machine, wink at you, and tell you I’m going to get you that lobster you like so much. After a few attempts, unfortunately I don’t have any luck picking up the lobster with the claw machine. You smil…e and tell me “that’s okay, lets go get ice cream” but as you walk away you realise I haven’t left. I’m still at the machine, this time I’m feeding in a $20 note. “Hey don’t be silly it’s just a dumb lobster” you say but I can barely hear you. The lobster stares me in the face, my undefeated opponent. You sit and wait, bored out your mind, as I undergo repeated attempts to retrieve the stuffed crustacean. Finally, after going through $20 worth of attempts, the lobster still remains in the machine, mocking me. “Okay let’s get out of here” you begin to say as I proceed to put several $50 notes in the machine, swearing under my breath. You let out a loud sigh and begin to walk away. You tell me you’re leaving me here if I don’t come soon but I stand there without saying a word as my eyes narrow on the prize.
It’s 40 years later, you’re married to someone else with 3 children who have all left home. Your husband died a few years ago from medical issues yet you’ve somehow coped with the grief fairly well. You’re watching TV when you hear a knock on the door. You open it. It’s me. In my hands, I hold a small stuffed lobster. We spend the night making wild, passionate love. The next morning, I’m gone. You never see me again. I took the lobster with me.