Cute piece in the Washington Post with a 36 picture spread about all the dogs our Congressmen take to work. There is a dog named Maya who looks a lot like Lily in there, although my favorite picture is Kent Conrand in the elevator carrying his pup.
Speaking of dogs, it appears that as long as I have Rosie, my days of sleeping in past 6 are over. Looks like I am going to have to crate train her or I will never get to sleep in again (although I usually wake up around 6:30 to 7 anyway).
Also, I have noticed a distinct difference in the attitudes of Lily and Rosie. Lily is content to just spend time near me. Rosie, on the other hand, has very firm ideas about how I should be spending my time. Not surprisingly, they all involve her. Since I found her the other day, I don’t recall her being more than three feet away from me. I also had forgotten about the intensity of a Jack Russell stare, which can bore through human flesh. “Why aren’t we doing fun things? Why aren’t we doing fun things? Why aren’t we doing fun things? Why aren’t we doing fun things?” I’m so screwed.
Also, amusingly, someone is too pudgy to jump up on the bed. It is about 3 feet off the ground, and Lily can stand at the base and jump up no problem, but Rosie has to get a running start and barely makes it. What this means is that if I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, I have to turn the light on and pick Rosie up and put her back in bed before I can go back to sleep, since she inevitably jumped down thinking I was going to do something fascinating like throw a ball or hand out treats or go for a walk.