We are all that dog

I was heading home a few days ago, I’d just gotten off the bus and had turned my headphones up as loud as they would go for the walk home. I was in a great mood and the song felt amazing. As I reached the corner, I saw Boots was open and knew I needed something inside. Somehow, the song was just too good to turn off. I knew if I went in the shop, first I’d have to turn the volume down, then when I got to the counter I’d have to take my headphones off.

I just couldn’t do it. No matter how much I needed to go in the shop, I couldn’t stop the song. I went home, happy but empty handed. I’d only gone a few paces when I realised exactly who I had become. Thank you, Spike Jonze for making me feel like a dog.


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