When I was about seven years old, there was a giant collie that kept running away from a home where he was neglected and coming to our house. My older brother had provided food, water, and blankets on the porch the first time he showed up on a cold night and he just kept coming back. Finally, the mother of the family told my mom that if he ran away and came to us again we could keep him. Well, you can guess the ending. He was one of the nicest and most-loving dogs I’ve ever known. His name was Mister.
Had a similar thing when our internet and phones went out in a retail store. We processed cash transactions for as long as we could before closing a couple hours early. Asshole stuck his foot in the door when the manager was trying to explain why he couldn’t come in, demanding that we let him shop. He was clearly drunk, to boot. Ugh.
But when you have time for it, try adding scrambled eggs. It sounds insane, but the eggs and peanut butter compliment one another in the same way that fried chicken and waffles make a surprisingly good combo.
Years of depression put me in a spot where I had multiple huge face-swelling problems. Brushing is an afterthought when you hate life and want to die. I hope you’re doing well.