An Open Letter to The Starks: Y’all Need to Take Better Care of Your Direwolves

Hey Stark childrens, Gather round and lemme holler at y’all with a story for a minute bout some real rap raw loyalty shit. I like dogs, but I’m not a die hard dog person. I’m not the you-can-lick-me-on-the-mouth type. My brother loves dogs though. In 2003 he brought this little black pitbull puppy with a white arrow on his nose over to mom’s house. I was playing with the puppy and he wandered by the kitchen table, and Mom was sayin’, “OhoOo—OoOoO—OooO- TRAVIS! He ’bout to pee!” I took my sock off and tossed it at the puppy and he nailed it. He looked back at me as if to say, “Aye man, thank you. You’re alright.” I lost a sock that day but gained a friend in Exodus. Whenever we met he always remembered me for the assist. It needs to be said that Exodus is the coolest dog I’ve ever met in my life. When he walked into a room everyone would go “Ayyyyyyye! Exodus!” like he was Norm from Cheers. Exodus never barked and just felt more like the chillest person than a dog. When not engaging with anyone he’d just stare out the window picking out which squirrel he was goin’ to fade once he made it outside. One time when visiting him at Travis’ place, Exodus was on top of the balcony while I was in the driveway, a good 40 feet away. I saw a huge snake Harlem-shaking his way towards me. Before I reached the “shit” portion in my “Ohhhhh shit” yell, this dude Exodus was already by my side muscled up like, “what’s the problem? Who got a fucking problem?” For years we’d run through the wo…