How often we misjudge others upon first meeting. I remember when I first encountered Bigfoot. "They" had given him to me as a "gift." Some gift, I thought! They had propped him up in our bed. When I first saw him, I kind of freaked out and hid under the bed. I mean, this guy was big. Also weird.
Gradually, however, I became accustomed to his presence. He was kind of cuddly. He provided a secure hiding place when I wanted to bury Bubba Bob. He was hard to move, but, on the other hand, it was rather gratifying to finally pull the big lug around. He also put up with a lot of indignity without a hint of protest.
Lately I have taken to falling asleep all snuggled up with Bigfoot in the computer room, after sharing a cookie with "him," playing some fetch, and eating some kibble.
Life is good. Bigfoot is good. What can I say?
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