Rosie’s Grumpy Welcome Home Ritual

Yeah… it’s me. Rosie. The bulldog. Ruler of this castle—don’t let the humans fool

you otherwise.I’m moody. Real moody. I wake up mad at gravity.

I eat mad at the bowl. I snore mad at the air. That’s just my face’s

default setting.But there’s one thing—one single thing—that turns me into a total moron every

day.The second that front door clicks and Dad walks in.Don’t matter what he’s holding.

Keys? Weapon. Grocery bags? Crinkly torture devices.

Coffee mug? Missile. Phone? Sharp-cornered death trap.

Empty hands? Worst of all—he’s clearly hiding something to ambush me with.I hear that lock turn