They might as well be children

Ah, the joys of a paid holiday from work...unless you have children. I had made the decision long ago that kids just aren't for me. To sate my nurturing instinct, I have pets. Why didn't anyone tell me that dogs are kind of like kids.

Let me rephrase: Piper is like a kid.

Tokie is the perfect little dog. She sleeps late with me, she doesn't demand to be walked, and she's really cute and loving. She acts like the pekingese part of her mix.




















Piper, although a wonderful dog, is quite different. He's demanding, energetic, and loud. He acts like the poodle part of his mix.

So, here I am, relaxing on my day off. Trying to catch a few more winks on my day off. Cliff is such a dear and takes the hyper one downstairs while I cuddle with the little princess. Ah, I have the bed all to myself.

Suddenly, a white puffball is sailing onto the bed and landing in the middle of my stomach. Licking my face, laying on top of me, and otherwise, demanding that I get out of bed.

I guess he's excited that we're home to play with him. I just didn't realize I had gotten a child in the form of a poodle.