I have about as much interest in seeing these pictures on a first date as you do in seeing dick pics. If I wanted to spend all night looking at pictures of something I don’t care about, I’d hang out with my friends who have kids.
But still, the date went well enough, and after some ill-advised public tonsil hockey, I invited you home. And remember what you said?
"I totally would but I have to get back to my dog."
Great. So now, instead of maybe liking your dog, my first impression of it was as a furry, barking cockblock. You may have had other reasons for saying no, but as far as I'm concerned, the dog cancelled our sleepover.