My spring break began with a New Jersey snowstorm and a sleepover with a Labrador Retriever. When I agreed to stay in my friend’s Morristown home for a night en route to the Poconos, I wasn’t aware that my designated couch also belonged to Jake the dog.
I reasoned that Jake would at least protect me from the family’s cats, to which I’m extremely allergic, but I was quickly proven wrong when Zayn the American Shorthair jumped on my chest at three in the morning. Jake just whined that his spot had been stolen.
