What the fuck is wrong with me? I talk about fear but when everyone else is afraid to do something I rise up to the occasion. A lost puppy is outside our gate and all of my dogs are barking at it. My mother advised me to chase it off afraid that it might have a disease or rabies or something. 

But the poor thing wasn’t leaving because it was in the midst of fellow dogs clearly looking for help. It was limping and couldn’t move far. So regardless of the chance that it could be infected, I fed it some treats to gain its trust, and then proceeded to move it into the abandoned house next to mines where I gave it some food. Its gonna (hopefully) stay there until morning when I can call animal control or the humane society. 

I don’t know. I just feel weird being chivalrous about things like this and I won’t even play furry jump scare the video game.