Mutts

I know that I don’t give them nearly enough credit, but these two dogs of mine are pretty darn sweet.

So here’s to you, Pearl and St. Arnold.  I know that I don’t say it often, because you are, say, licking my children in the mouth, or chewing up the brand new bed that I bought you, or vomiting on the rug, or running out the front door as I shout obscenities behind you, or pooping on the floor when it is wet outside, or eating the food off of Bailey’s walker tray, or barking like a maniac for no gosh darn reason and always during nap time, or refusing to just get out of my face for one stinking second whenever I sit on the floor, or (my personal fave) depositing multiple, pulpy bird corpses in the middle of the living room….  But in this moment, in this briefest of moments, as you sleep here at my feet, curled up together in a ball of fuzzy cuteness, I will go on the record and say,

“Good dogs”.