Watched my cousin's dog this past week.
Will was pretty darn fascinated and that dog was likewise very interested in
Will's high chair. She was always licking up his leftovers.
He would get all excited:
Now that we've made the transition this was a not-so-gentle reminder that I'm very happy being dogless as I find I have more than enough to deal with in my life as it is. I leave food on the counter as I walk out of the kitchen, don't ever have to pick up the mess from the trash, dog poop, barking, jumping, grooming, scratching,
or the opportunistic busting out the front door--
I just don't miss any of it right now.
And for that I'm grateful.