Then I met Allie...
And I discovered that I might just be a dog person. She's is such a sweetheart... She wears her emotions on her sleeve (common ground between the two of us). Every time I go to the basement to work out, she excitedly accompanies me... every time. When I cook or when we eat as a family, she sits nearby with a one-track-mind request for a tasty morsel. When she gets upset, she sneezes. When through a window she spots (or thinks she spots) a vermin who has had the audacity to venture onto our property, she barks and growls and runs ferociously from window to door to window, fervently whining to be let out. She's scared of the vacuum cleaner; when I use it, she cowers under the kitchen table. When Jeff comes home from work, she approaches and sits before him, nervous and shaking, waiting for his approving pat on her head and shake of her paw before she returns to napping. When she is trying to soften our hearts, she awkwardly proffers her paw, asking for a handshake (it works every time... with me, anyway). When she feels the need for attention (which is often), she'll rest her head on my lap, contentedly sighing, or nuzzle her head under my hand until she gets the rubs she wants.
She even watches TV with us. Here she is thinking about cashing in her gold...
Sounds a lot like my cat, Annie (she acts like a dog - she even begs at the table). A lovable blessing, and a wonderful companion during my single years, but since having kids I often want to toss her out the window!! She's more needy than Molly!
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