That crazy dog lady

You know how everyone has a "crazy cat lady" in their neighborhood? The one at the end of the street with the unkepmt yard, peeling paint, and dozens of cats running around?

I sorta feel like I'm her equivalent in the Shih-Tzu world. True, I only have one, and I don't wear a cardigan every day, but I LOVE that little dog and we often have serious conversations.

Take last night for example. It was fiesta night, so I was making guacamole, minding my own business, when Sophie runs in.

Sophie (if she could talk): Mom! Gimme some of that!

Me (actually talking): No, little muffin, it'll make you poo a lot and then you'll have to take a bath. And you hate baths.

Sophie: C'mon, it'll be ok! I used to eat people food all the time until that one, *ahem*, unfortunate incident.

Me: But you've already had your own food, several treats, and a dentie bone today. You know, if someone loved me as much as I love you, maybe I would be a little healthier too.

Me: Hmm.

Sophie: Wanders off, licks foot, falls asleep.

So yeah, oddly enough, I've had a lot of "a-ha" moments thanks to that little doggie.