So, I commute to downtown Boston from East Boston, which all in all, is not that bad. I can be downtown in about 15 minutes depending on what time I am leaving my apartment (and also whether or not the MBTA is having issues that day.) To get to the Emerson campus, I take the blue line to Government Center, and then from there take the green line to Boylston. Simple, right? Well, it is still the T, of course, and you tend to see a lot of things on the T.

Well, this one day I was on the green line at Park Street, and I had my headphones in so I obviously was not really paying attention to anything. That is, until a man came on the train with a little dog in the cutest red sweater I have ever seen on a dog. Now, I love dogs. I can sometimes be stone-faced if a human dies in a movie, but if a dog even gets hurt I am a crying mess. I have corgis on my phone case and I cried harder saying goodbye to my dog, Leo, than I did when saying goodbye to my own mother. Dogs are my life, and I am one of those people who think that dogs are too good for this world. So I think it goes without saying; I lost my shit when I saw this dog.

Upon seeing the dog and having him stand next to me, I took out my earbuds and smiled at him. I could not make this up if I tried, but I actually looked down at this adorable little pupper dog and I said out loud“I really like your sweater, it looks really cute on you!” in the most cheerful voice I could, like I was complimenting a fellow human being. He started wagging his little tail and I couldn’t help but think to myself, yes! He likes me! Oh my god, yes! And when he moved closer to me (probably to be pet which I would not have minded) his owner pulled on the leash and easily gave me the dirtiest look in the world.

Okay, a few things here.

First, I am a young pretty girl in college, I am not going to stab or steal your dog sir, so you can chill out there. Second, I was speaking to the dog, not you. If I was talking to you, I would have made eye contact with you and not him, but I made eye contact with him because the compliment was directed towards him. Not everything is about you sir, please calm down. Third, if you did not want people to compliment your dog, then you should not have bought him such a cute sweater. If anything, you should be freaking proud that your dog looks so dapper in the sweater. Fourth, your dog literally wanted to be pet by me and dogs know who is okay and who is not exactly okay. If your dog trusts me, then it’s basically a given that I am a good person.

Right now, everyone is

writing articles about the election, but I wanted to just shortly interrupt all of the talks about politics to bring you a nice little story about a dog that I saw on the train the other day who was wearing the most amazing sweater that I have ever seen on a dog. Sometimes it is important to remember the small things in life. Yes, we might be stuck in an election where it seems like we have to vote between Lord Voldemort and Dolores Umbridge, but there are dogs, so it can’t be all bad, right?