So my mom recently rescued some puppers that weren't being cared for properly, they're 4 weeks old and cute and all that jazz, and we're figuring out where to take them, who to give them to, etc.
My dad's been wanting a dog, and this is a perfect opportunity, obtaining it is of no cost besides caring for it and nurturing it. Well he walked into my room a few hours ago and told me he really thinks he's going to go through with it and get one of the pups, I responded positively and thought it sounded great, and then the words rang out...
Also I'm going to name her Pepe, y'know, after the internet meme.
On my exterior I held my gaze, but internally my gut's recoiled, my mind was boggled, and my thoughts we're disgusted, this dog's existence is going to be attributed to a meme, what the forget. I made sure that what I really heard was truth and asked "Oh, so Pepi? With an I?"
Nope, Pepe.
Now my dad isn't some internet schmuck like us, he was a firefighter for over 30 years, and slaved away ensuring our future was good, and is quite the opposite of someone who would dwell in the digital world all hours of the day, he's the one who struggles with something for a good few minutes, then when he calls for my help, it's resolved in seconds. All he knows about is some forget-face frog with text accompanying it, not the disgusted, twisted, outlet for 4chan to violate.
this is my life now, there is no content, only humility and a poor pupper who I will never refer to as Pepe.
