I’ve had my local otter rep over for dinner after temple for the last three weeks, and my mother loves him. Good table manners. He helps run the local bookshop, so there’s no farkakte going on with the business. He’s a good boy. Maybe he had a glass or two much wine, but, you know, nobody’s perfect. Nobody noticed that I was drinking whiskey, so I’ll let it pass.

Not gonna lie; he was adorable.