when we last parted, i was pretty sure we’d never spend a significant amount of time together again. everytime i put on a sock, i grin all bittersweet like. but like sam and diane; lois and clark; jerrica and rio; joey and dawson; all great coupled end up together. it’s written in the stars.

so here i sit at the best friend’s house and he can’t keep his paws off me. he’s drooling and grunting. he really, really missed me.

yep, oscy and i are back together. i’m dogsitting while kari is off in key west. we won’t mention the fact that i’m good enough to oscy sit, but not beautiful-orange-haired-jake sit. she knows how i feel about it.

i’ve finally come to the conclusion that i’m just not a dog person. i feel about dogs how some people feel about children. they’re nice to visit and play with, but at the end of the day, i’m glad they belong to someone else.

sadly, oscy is mine for the weekend. the things we do for love.