Jojo romping with daffodils

Jojo the Wonderdog came into my life two years ago. I’ve wanted a dog since I was young, but my mother was afflicted with a fixation for cleanliness and ruled that dogs were drooling, shedding messes (which I’ve now realized is accurate). She tried to placate me with a goldfish, but that only lasted a month until it committed suicide. It jumped out of a holding container while I was cleaning its bowl, and I didn’t notice until I felt something squishy underneath my...