Mom has been kind of crabby the past few weeks. Doesn't she know if she just stayed home with me I would make her feel better. We could hang out on the couch, eat some treats, go for long walks, and nap in her bed. People just don't get it - dogs know how to live. Mom just looks at me and I get all happy, then she smiles. Whenever we look at each other she smiles. I want to make her stay home and not go where she goes that makes her sad.
Dad shares his food and my day is complete. He is really good at sharing. I chase the cats, wrestle with Cheyenne, and chew on my bones. Life isn't all that complicated. It seems like as soon as Mom gets home to be with me she is in a better mood. I think she should get rid of that stupid car and just hang out with us. I put my head on her lap, or crawl up in it, and I feel the stress leave her body. She needs to be a dog. It is a good thing she has two! We are working on teaching her the finer things in life. Of course I am better at it than Cheyenne.
I love my Mom,
Romeo
