She’s a Dog but Also My Dermatologist

So I’m sleeping, dreaming about fame or tacos—and suddenly, POP 💥 My face gets violated. My girl dog headbutted my pimple like she sensed evil in it. Didn’t ask, didn’t warn—just straight-up skincare assault in my sleep. Honestly? She’s a menace but she lowkey cleared my skin. Dermatologists hate her.