Wee one is having the time of his life here with my mother's dog. I am NOT. I enjoy being here...it's just that the dog is not my favorite being.

For starters, he's little, and I'm a fan of big breeds. If you're going to get a dog, get a big breed, a DOG. If you're going to get a small dog, you may as well get a rat. It would be cheaper. Plus, he severely interrupted my sleep last night. I had forgotten that dogs have to get off the bed (of COURSE he decided to sleep with us) to investigate every siren, every leaf that rustles, and every creak of the house. That did not go over well with me, as I'm not a fan of anything that interrupts my sleep before I'm done sleeping. And, he's a barky nervous little thing. Ugh.

Sorry. I'll take some cheese with the whine. One thing that doesn't surprise me is that he loves my husband. All animals love my husband.