Give your squabbling and desk-pounding a break.
Or if you need some sort of respite from the ugliness around us.
This appears to be about 5 days old and I have not seen it here at the Great Orange Satan, though I am here a whole lot less. I ran a search and found nothing.
Whatever,
Boy’s dog died sometime ago and he missed it. So he would ride near a neighbor’s garage, hop off his bike and run into the garage and hug the dog, who participated happily in this clandestine rendezvous.
The neighbor didn’t know what was up and put a security camera in the garage.
The dog’s owner has arranged for the boy to have play dates whenever he wants.
Dogs rule.
Hug ‘em if you gots ‘em.