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My Spirit Animal is a 3-Legged Dog
Well, if I had to choose something, I guess I would go with the three-legged dog as my spirit animal.
No, no — I see you all giving me those weird looks, but just think about it. The three-legged dog is a fine animal, just crippled. So you know, loyal and happy and basically without shame, just like other dogs. But the three-legged kind are not nearly as aggressive or domineering as some of the four-legged ones can be, and that distinction is something that I really relate to. Like whenever our supervisor, Max, jumps on my back. But since I only have one hind leg, spiritually-speaking, I can’t support all of his weight, which is why I usually just end up caving into all of his unreasonable demands.
But three-legged dogs are still dogs, which means that reflex and habit are very important factors in their behavior, and one of my biggest triggers is the sound that Max makes each time that he comes out of his office. Because, you know, my spirit animal is physically disabled, not deaf, and so whenever I hear his panting get closer, something goes off inside me that I just can’t control. And so that’s why I always hobble away as fast as I can towards the room with the toilets — they’re like a magnet to me, but I also figure I might be able to hide from Max in there.
