Dogs. All I ever end up writing about is dogs. I guess its probably because I have a dog and I ended up doing a major part of my work this semester about dogs. Not that I’m complaining, dogs are great. Especially mine. She does great things and my boyfriend and are are very proud parents. She does some tricks that we taught her, goes to the bathroom outside most of the time (usually when shes upset, when we rock her world in some way like taking her on vacation we may end up with a mistake), and is generally quite chill. We both love the fact that she has taken on our laid back lifestyle in a way we never imagined. She gangsta-leans (see attached picture), plays with her friends, loves to eat all the things we do and even shares my love of clothes (but thankfully not shoes). She does things that really let us know how smart she is, like hiding her toys when her BFF Ellie come to visit so she wont ruin her bones, snuggles under the blankets when its cold, slowly edges Matt out of the bed when hes too tired to force her to the end of the bed, and brings us her sweater when shes chilly. Recently she met Charlie Ewart, a tiny black and white pekinese/shitzu mix. They played and played and it made me a little sad because Sushi has grown up so quickly. She tried to show Charlie how to play fetch, didn’t snap when she playfully nipped at her face and calmed down when she got tired. Part of me would like to get another dog to keep her company, but I worry that we wouldn’t be so lucky the next time around. Sushi, you are a pretty good dog.
