Chapter 78
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Private Message | EchoZone Internal Chat
To: DeadStrings
Subject: Otis, the Soulmate
Congratulations!
You actually did it. I don’t know whether to cry, cheer, or start knitting him a sweater. (I can’t knit. But I’d learn for Otis.)
Tell me everything. What does he look like? What was his face like when you walked in? Did he wag his tail or give you that “you took your damn time” look?
Also, I hope you bought the giant water bowl. Otis sounds like the kind of pup who drinks like he’s just run a marathon—even if all he did was chase a moth across the living room.
Anyway, since he now has a collar, leash, and an existentially complicated human, Otis clearly needs a playlist. So, I took the liberty of creating one for him.
Let’s call it:
“OTIS, WALK THIS WAY” (A Pup-Approved Playlist)
“Walking on Sunshine” —Katrina and the Waves
Because this is the official soundtrack of tail-wagging and accidental zoomies.
“Atomic Dog” —George Clinton
Funky. Irresistible. Slightly chaotic. Just like new love and chew toys.
“I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” —The Proclaimers
Because you’d walk 500 miles and probably back again for him. Admit it.
“Would I Lie to You?” —Eurythmics
For when Otis side-eyes you after you say, “Just one more minute.”
“Come As You Are” —Nirvana
For those contemplative evening walks where you both think about your past lives and future snacks.
Congratulations, DeadStrings. You just committed to someone.
He’ll pee on your floor and probably eat your favorite shoes, but I think he’s the best decision you’ve made all year.
Go fall in love. I dare you.
(And send me a photo if that’s not too offline for you.)