Saturday night, presidential hopeful Donald Trump was victorious in the South Carolina primary.
Our reactions were passionate, to say the least. We felt that they could be illustrated in the most accurate way with the help of some of man's (and woman's) best friends.
Take it away, four-legged pals:
When you were watching the results come in and you saw that he won without any doubt...
Because he won by double digits...
And you realized that this win means Donald Trump is still very much in this race...
Even with all of the offensive/sexist/racist/homophobic/generally horrible things he says and believes...
And your friends try to comfort you...
And they tell you that it's going to be okay, but you really don't think it is...
Then you realize that as much as you like to throw the idea around, moving to Canada is probably not a realistic option...
So if things keep going this way, you might have to live in a place where Donald Trump is an actual nominee for President...
And the idea of the nomination is bad enough, but the idea of a Trump presidency has you like:
So, really, no. There is no comforting here. Not a chance. We're all feeling way too many emotions.
