Real heroes don’t necessarily wear badges or carry guns or change the fate of the world.
Real heroes come home from work and do a pile of laundry due to a pup poopacalypse. Real heroes take the afternoon off to sit and wait for the vet and worry with their resident purple headed froot loop who’s trying to stay calm and sane when they are scared for their pup cause they are pooping that which should not be pooped. Real heroes go out and scour the yard to locate action shots of that which should not be pooped that has been pooped to share with the vet (but NOT with aforementioned purple haired froot loops) exactly what poopage has taken place.
And sometimes, real heroes are named Rick. Just sayin.
Can it please be time for the vet yet? As you can see, Zoe is perfectly content, but I’m a disaster.
Curiouser and Curiouser 