Consider that dog, sat.Posted: July 6, 2012
I love dogs. Not just my dogs, all dogs. And I love them an abnormal amount. I let them sleep in bed with me, and, much to Heath’s chagrin, am constantly volunteering to dog sit for dogs of all shape and size. Recently, I even let two strays sleep in my house overnight until I could find their owner. True story. It’s my weird thing, I know, but Heath knew this when he married me.
Currently we sit for Mia. The problem with dog sitting Mia is that I do not want to give her back. She is a doodle (and you know I have an affinity for doodles) and looking at her face makes me burst into a fit of giggles. I’m currently debating whether to tell her person, Jeffrey, that Mia ran away or that she was abducted by Aliens, so that I can keep this face forever.
Even the other doodles love her.
And, I look pretty good with an extra labradoodle on my arm.
So, I’m sorry Jeffrey, but Mia took up with a handsome stranger and left town. She’s not coming back. My sincere condolences are with you.
In the meantime, let’s all celebrate the newest addition to the doodle house: