Little Ole Sentimental Me

Some people call me sentimental, they might be right in saying that. I am a big softie at heart. I get choked when I hear sad stories, and when someone has found someone they lost touch with years ago. Don’t ask me why it happens, because I couldn’t honestly tell you why. I am supposed to be a macho man, but some things can melt this heart of stone. Especially when it comes to animals, they can wrap me around their tiny paw, and there is nothing I can do. They sit and stare at me, with big sad looking eyes, and I am putty in their paw. They know it and play on it, because I am a big softie, little ole sentimental me.