I was at my parents’ house with my mom. My dad—who was on a walk with their dog Mucca—called her:
[In a low, slow voice like something is wrong] Hi. I need you to come pick me up. Because um... Mucca... she’s um... Mucca’s dead...
My heart dropped into my ass and I could tell my mom felt the same. Mucca was just a puppy. They only had her for nearly two years.
...tired.
😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑 ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!! SHE’S “DEAD TIRED” so we had to drive her home. 🤦🏻♂️ She’s not “dead”.
We drove up to get my dad and their dog and we told him that he scared us to death and he just slightly smiled and said, “Oh” and continued on about something else like he didn’t just make us think their puppy got killed. I’m not even exaggerating for effect. That’s exactly how he said it. Wtf Dad
