Yes, I know - puppy this, puppy that - but as of late, my entire life has revolved around this pup. Eating, crating, sleeping, chewing, peeing, pooping, licking, playing, kissing - it's been all about the pup.
Approximately 6 years ago, when I was still living with a roommate and not allowed to have a pet of my own, my sister bought me a lawn ornament cat. I used to keep it in a corner on the landing of my old apartment, and I always considered her my very first kitty. When we moved to the new house, I put her in the living room by the fireplace. We discovered Simon sleeping next to her on more than one occasion, so we decided to transfer her into his crate. We haven't figured it out if he thinks of her as his girlfriend, or his baby:
What we have figured out is that he loves her. And that she helps him sleep through the night.
Thank God for inanimate lawn ornaments!