So, The Agent has realized the longest and most successful relationship she has had, in her adult-life, has been with me.
I KNOW, right? This is cause for celebration, not a pity party!
She has been a great pet for me, despite the fact she has trained me to know the sound of my own name, to respond when the word "treats" is uttered (or typed, bitches...), and to cock my head to the side and rub on her when she says, "Love on me?"
I'm not made of wood, people.
I love that Agent o' mine. That's why I insist upon sleeping on top of her or, at least, in the middle of the bed. That's why I nudge my nose under her mouse-hand when she's on the computer. That's why I pluck at the carpet when I don't feel she is paying enough attention to me. That's why I will lovingly intimidate Brach to acquire his warm sleeping spot.
It's all for you, Agent...all for you.
Our friends lost their dog, Brizzy, this week. Today, love especially hard on your pets...human or otherwise.