“Mom.. Mom… Why? Why do you leave me in the morning?”
“Where you going without me?”
My pug loves me so very much. So much in fact that now that I’m working again, she’s pissed as hell. She cusses me out when I get home, then proceeds to ignore me until bed time. And by ignore I mean, sitting on someone else’s lap, so she can glare at me from across the room.
Today, I am thankful for love in all shapes and sizes.