Sunday, July 17, 2011

We are a Family

The other day one of my bosses asked if I had roommates. "Nope, just me and the dogs," I told her. It's just the three of us for better or for worse. Mister thinks I'm a chew toy. He likes to gnaw on my fingers while he sits on my lap. Missaroo thinks she's at the very least my equal and that Mister is "our dog." Of course Missy doesn't have the slightest clue she might also be a dog. I am of course, the dogmom, keeper of the food and treats, and opener of the door. But for us this works. We're weird, wacky, and filled with love for one another. Sounds like a pretty good family to me. The three amigos, till death do us part! Now, if only they could remember to leave me some room....

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