Plain, gushy, puppy love.

For what? For Peanut.

By whom? By the world’s most cleanest person: my cousin.

It all started when my mom and dad had to go for business. I was left with my aunt. We had to go pick her up at five in the afternoon from the gym (she is crazy about exercise).

You just have to imagine the look on her face when I “popped the question” on the way home.

“Wanna come over and see my puppy? His name is Peanut.”

“Hmm…” She thought.

Her mom was on my side when she said, “Oh, don’t worry. He’s cute!”

So my cousin decided to go. But she wasn’t touching the dog. Not when she had just taken a nice warm bath inside the gym.

When we got home to my house, I told her, “Peanut is upstairs!”

She looked at me queerly and asked if Peanut was going to pounce on her the moment she opened the door to Peanut’s room.

I told her not to worry. Even so, she ducked to the side. I had forgotten to mention that Peanut was in his crate.

But when my cousin saw Peanut, she gasped and forgot about her bath. She just ran up and fumbled with the safety lock. When she finally got it open, I tried to tell her that grabbing a puppy out of his own home is violating his rights, but she didn’t listen.

She just scooped him up and started hugging him. She petted him, and smoothed out his skin. She took Peanut downstairs to let my aunt see, even though she knew that my aunt already saw.

I guess it’s that innocent, reel-it-in look that just “reels” everyone in. The moment everyone sees him, they say, “How cute!” and start hugging him.

Well, that look deceived everyone until the moment he did it.

My cousin just put him down when I said, “Wait while I get the wiping cloth.”

She looked at me strangely. “Why?”

“He peed on the floor there.” I pointed.

My cousin’s cleanness took the better of her and the next moment, she was in the restroom, rinsing her hands and wiping like crazy. She had that “eww” look on her face again.

When we were on the way again, she said, “The moment I get home I am going to take another bath.”

I giggled and went into her house.

So there you go. Proof that Peanut is cute. Not just by me, but proof by a scientifically proven method of testing cute objects: show it to the master of cleanness. If she likes it that much, then the dog is cute!

Up to the point.

The point where he pees.