No birthday would be complete without a picture of the present my dog gave me. This is what it looks like after i sweep up all the dog hair in my apartment. As one friend likes to say "it's enough hair to make another dog."
You can also see some things that look like strips of white plastic. These are the remains of her dog bones that I give her. They keep her busy for awhile so they are a good thing to give her when I know i'm going to be going out for quite a while. Then when I get home there is the joy of having to step and sit on the pieces that are hiding everywhere.
This is actually a nice present though, as it will hopefully keep me alive. I think it's safe to say that my dog is quite popular and that most people come to visit her and not me. Quite a few people always want to take her home to sleep with them or keep them company at work.
You'd think this would be great. I could have some time away from my dog, to finally do some traveling, but alas they can't do it. Even if they wanted to, they have some situation where their parents wouldn't allow it, or their building doesn't allow dogs. And there is no way around this...unless....I die.
Yep, a few friends have a fantasy of me dying and my dog being all alone, so they then have the gravity needed to be able to tell their parents the dog must live there, or the motivation to move to a new apartment. A few friends tease this, but I think one has a very serious look in her eyes about this. Enough that i hope if I do die, people will investigate foul play.
