Weaponized cuteness...

I received the following response to my dog post this morning:

Jean Lafitte said:

You've blown your cover, you know. The smirking persona mocking the justly mockable, you tough guy, you. But let this adorable dog cross your path and your inner marshmallow comes right out.

Like me. I'm visiting my brother, whose golden retriever had her first litter about five days ago. TEN puppies growing bigger by the day, about six inches long so far. I watched them today, eyes still closed but bursting with energy, and held each of them to help weigh them and check their growth. I, of course, became a puddle of puppy worship.

If we could weaponize that cuteness, nothing could stand before it.

Indeed, the North Koreans have already attempted this:

It was hailed by the North Korean news agency as "a glorious success."

And, yes. I am reduced to a glob of coochie-cooing goop when confronted with a bit of baby animal. Oh, you should check out the site ZooBorns, which will guarantee that you will never get any work done ever again.

There. I single-handedly reduced the American workforce's productivity by 20%.

HJ