I’ve reached that point in life where my idea of a “wild night out” is ordering takeout, putting on comfy clothes, and cuddling up with my dogs on the couch. The moment someone says, “It’s gonna be a big crowd,” my soul quietly exits the chat. If there’s more than three people? Count me out. I’m not antisocial—I just prefer the company of wagging tails, floppy ears, and loyal eyes that don’t ask me questions or judge my snack choices.
There’s something comforting about the calm of home. My dogs don’t care if I talk too much or not at all. They don’t interrupt my favorite part of a movie. They don’t ask me to share my fries. They’re just there—warm, loyal, and always ready to nap when I am. It’s hard to compete with that kind of peace.
Of course, I’m not hating on anyone who loves to go out. Y’all go and live your best lives! Go dancing, go partying, go be social butterflies! Just know I’ll be cheering you on from the safety and silence of my living room, possibly under a fuzzy blanket with a dog snoring on my leg.
It’s not about being boring—it’s about being happy in my own little bubble. Life moves fast, and sometimes all we need is a quiet moment and a wet nose nuzzling against our arm to remind us what really matters. The world can be loud, unpredictable, and overwhelming. But home? Home is soft paws, gentle snores, and hearts that love unconditionally.
So yeah, if it’s more than three people… you won’t see me. I’ll be @ home with the dogs, living my best introverted life. But y’all be safe out there. And if you need a dog-sitter when you go out—hit me up. I’ll be right here. 🐾❤️
