Today’s mail included a fancy envelope addressed to the Current Single Resident. That must mean Barley. Although he’d just been to the dog park, and seems to have plenty of social interaction, he probably could use some romance in his life. So I filled out the form for him. One dog year equates to seven human years, right?
I’m not going to send it though. I don’t want to dilute the already challenging pool for my single friends.
He’d snatch up all the hot chicks