Dear Violet,
You know that I know that you know that I know that you’ve been sleeping in my bed while I’m at work. Come now, I’m not that dirty. I also don’t tend to put shoes on my bed. I especially don’t tend to put ONE flip-flop and ONE sneaker on my bed. So stop looking all yawny and waggy, with your ears back like “What?”, when you meet me in the kitchen when I get home.
Love,
Amy
P.S. I love you anyway.
A couple of times I came home before Margo and found this warm spot on our bed, with some stray black hairs that were definitely doggy … Lady looked at me with such innocence. Last week I bought her the doggy bed from heaven – a donut/bagel kinda thing that she adores. I think she might like it even better than our bed, which is not as deluxe. In fact, she may never get out of it now that the weather is colder. Hmmm. What have I created??