How one blanket burrito changed my afternoon — and my life.

There I was, minding my business at the bus stop, probably overthinking my to-do list, when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye:
A perfectly round little lump of fur and blanket, sleeping like a seasoned nap champion on a cold concrete step.

At first, I thought someone had accidentally dropped a stuffed animal.
But then she blinked.
And stretched.
And looked at me like I was the one intruding.

Naturally, I sat down next to her — because manners.
She took a long look at me, like she was running a full background check in her mind, and then… she leaned her head on my lap.

As if to say:
“Okay, fine. I choose you. Let’s go. I’ll take chicken nuggets and unlimited cuddles, please.”

I couldn’t argue with that. So I scooped up the little burrito-dog, blanket and all, and took her home.

Now she runs the house.
She has 3 beds but only sleeps on mine.
She demands snacks like a furry royal.
And if I sit down for more than 30 seconds, she’s in my lap faster than Wi-Fi.

Turns out, the only thing she needed was someone to say,
“You belong.”
And snacks. Lots of snacks.