Yes, I know that when you love someone, you love them for who they are and not what they have.
But I can’t help but be thrilled that Neil’s got a really kickass dog. Other than the fact that she’s named Sasha (and really, I’m not a fan of human names for dogs – you’re supposed give your pets names you can’t get away with giving your children), she’s a gorgeous creatures and one of my favourite dogs on earth.
I have actually taken to calling her “the Stepdog,” so that if things go tits up, I can claim some visitation rights.
While I’ve been a dog person all my life, and my parents have always had dogs while I was growing up, some of the strange things she does take a bit of getting used to:
-She has a knack for laying exactly where I’ll trip over her in the middle of the night.
-She hardly ever barks. Except for at 4:00am in my strictly “no pets” building.
-She delights in taking two craps when I’ve only brought one bag.
-She tries to join in the fun when Neil and I are gettin’ busy.
-She likes to lick the water off of freshly showered legs (creating the need for another shower).
-She tries to lick the wet spot on the sheets. Yes, that wet spot.
Despite all that, I’m still totally smitten by her. How could you not love that face?