My tired eyes strain to read the clock across the room that blinks at 11:57 p.m. There’s a high pile of homework on my desk waiting to be completed, and suddenly I hear the sound of a deep inhale. It’s 20 pounds of cream-colored fur next to my feet — my dog, Jessie, passed out on her back and snoring. An oblivious dog adding insult to injury to my current situation.
Look, I’m not going to sugarcoat it: I wish I had my dog’s life. Being a stressed high-schooler with a lot on her plate, my dog’s life seems like an absolute dream. Coasting through life with some tail wags and belly rubs — what could be better?