She is literally so obsessed with me

She is literally so obsessed with me 😩 (honestly don’t blame her though, look at me 💅🏼)

Okay, I don’t want to be that person… but I seriously cannot walk through my house without being followed like a celebrity on the red carpet. Why? Because my dog—Roo—is literally so obsessed with me.

And honestly? Same, girl. I’d be obsessed with me too.

The moment I open my eyes in the morning, she’s right there, sitting like a perfect little gremlin at the edge of my bed, tail wagging, staring deep into my soul like I’m the first sunrise she’s ever seen.

I can’t even go to the bathroom alone. If I close the door? She scratches like the world is ending. If I don’t close it? She just stares at me the whole time like she’s monitoring a top-secret mission.

Roo follows me from room to room—living room? Check. Kitchen? Double check (she thinks every snack I make is a shared snack). I walk to get the mail, and you’d think I’d left for six years the way she greets me when I come back.

And when I leave the house? Oh boy. She presses her nose to the window with this look like, “Take me with you or I will literally perish.”

The second I sit on the couch, she’s in my lap. Even if there’s no room. Even if I’m holding hot tea. Roo doesn’t care—her spot is wherever I am.

Some might call it clingy. I call it deep devotion.

Look, I get it. I’m fun. I give the best belly rubs. I share popcorn. I sing dramatic songs in the kitchen and dance while doing the dishes. I’m a walking party.

So yes, she’s obsessed.
And if I’m being honest…
So am I.

Because having someone love you that hard? That constantly? That loyally?

Honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.