I chased Dante around the house just now, and when he got tired he sat down and I fluffed up his fur with my hands. And I said to him, “Baby don’t worry. I’m gonna get us a house out west, and I’m gonna put you inside of it. And I’m gonna hang out with you all the time because we’re good friends.”
My friend Ayesha was here last night with her friend, and she told her friend: “This is Dante. He’s not Ryan’s son. They’re just friends.”
I thought it was nice that she knew that.