What if you fed your dog a love potion?

It's not like you intentionally fed your dog a love potion. You aren't sick like that. You didn't even expect it was a real potion. You had bought it at the bargain bin of Bed, Bath, and Beyond. You thought it was just bath soap.

However, you should have at least been curious about the name of the product. "Love Potion. The Real Deal". You had opened the bottle and smelled it, curious of what it smelled like. It smelled like those chalky little valentine's day candies. You had set it on the counter and Mr. Ruffers had knocked it over, and licked it up. The worse you had expected was a little soapy gas and perhaps some constipation, but now Mr. Ruffers is clearly infatuated with your little sister, following her everywhere and barking, as well as licking her face. You think its a little bit too PDF, but to each his or her own.

Ruffers is neutered, so that's not a problem, but he's also licking himself, which tells you that he clearly thinks he's going on a date. You decide that it is time you and him had a talk. You grab the nearest set of scissors just in case you need to threaten him, although that is a last resort.

"Mr Ruffers," you begin.

Mr Ruffers barks in excitement. You can only imagine what he's thinking.

"Listen. I know you and Tanya have really hit it off, and far be it from me to tell you two how to live your lives, but what if Tanya doesn't want to date a dog?"

Mr Ruffers growls.

"Listen, I know you are in love with her, but maybe you should cool off for a little bit, you know just in case she's not interested that way?"

He barks, does a small flip and barks a few more times.

"Thanks, buddy. I knew you'd listen to me. All I'm saying is wait a few days. If the love potion wears off, and you are still crazy about her, then make your move. Okay? I can't help but interfere. You're my best friend, and she's my sister. Of course I'm going to be protective of her."

Unfortunately, you've deluded yourself a little here. You were right the first time. It was just shampoo. Also, Mr. Ruffers has no idea what you are saying, because he is a dog.

Now you know.