Thursday, September 1, 2011

warming my pillow

Every night I come upstairs, turn on my bedroom light, and this is what I find.  This is not my dog.  My dog has given me over for my mom (I don't blame her; I'd probably make the same choice if it came to it), and isn't interested in hanging out with me.  Not that I think this dog (who belongs to my brother) is actually interested in quality time.  Mostly I think she just wants her own bed.

It's okay, Dog.  I hear ya.

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