Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
These past two days had been extremely weird.
By weird I meant Billie Bob Taylor was being weirder than his usual weirdness. He had been extremely affectionate; which we already were, but he was more affectionate than our normal affectionate.
That made no sense at all but also made sense.
He was picking me up a lot, giving me tickles, feeding me a lot once again and he even drove me around when I needed to go somewhere. I had a strong feeling he had confused me for Booger at times since the little Yorkie was treated like an angel.
The big indicator something was wrong was it had been exactly three days and sixteen hours since I had heard the word 'stupid'. In fact it had been three days and sixteen hours since I had gotten insulted in general. It was a weird alternative reality I was living.
I feared I was starting to forget what an insult was in total.
