Shameful weakness: Dog glurge. You know what I’m talking about–the title is usually something like “Fifty-seven dogs rescued from mudslide,” or “Twelve puppies rescued from earthquake,” and there are a hundred photos soft-fading into each other to the music of an artist who was prominently featured at Lilith Fair.
Always cry. ALWAYS. I start off like “I just want to see what happened” and then they ripple into some Basset Hound covered in cement dust and I’m GONE.
Thankfully, only Suzanne Vega is there to witness it.