Have I become one of those people that commemorates on social media the day that they adopted their dog? It was bound to happen. 2 years ago in the earliest days of of Covid, when there were no more dogs left to adopt in LA, this 3lb street puppy from Tijuana that I found on Instagram stories, moved to Silverlake and has been keeping me on my toes and fucking up Hermes ever since. I was warned he was a rascal and while that has certainly proven to be the case, he’s ridiculously charming and EVERY Air France flight attendant he’s ever met, says he behaves like a little prince 🤴 and that’s what counts.