I've never been one to relate to animals. I don't particularly love them. Don't get me wrong, baby anythings are adorable. Only a despicable person wouldn't find a baby bunny or puppy cute. However, today Stan (my sister's dog) and I had a moment where we found ourselves on the same page. I glanced over at him while exiting my room to run upstairs to grab some polish remover. He had his jaws clenched on his "stress-relieving" stuffed beagle who laid lifeless between his teeth. Stan looked unfulfilled and underwhelmed at best. I just said to him, "Stan, I know how you feel."
On second thought, maybe I should have said, "little stuffed beagle, I know how you feel".