My Dog loves me...

Mr. Wilson, my dog is a total nut. He has to be where I am at all times, which sometimes is not the easiest thing to deal with. Sleeping has become quite the obstacle, but wait you don't know why? Mr. Wilson is a red doberman, 90 solid pounds and as we like to call him my little pony.
He is my sweet baby, he must sleep under the covers right next to me which may I mention my husband loves since if he tries to get access, he is DENIED. At times, this is a good thing, but for most parts it is my pooch just being Mr. Wilson which is why I love him.

Why am I so tired, hmmmmmmmmm

Yes my son took this picture of me this morning, yes that is me with my dog, ok one of them , that thinks I am his pillow. Now i love my dog but I think this shows more than ever that I an the Goddess of Enablers.

I can't even get my dog to get off me because then I feel bad, yah, that bad. Anyhow, on to non dog items for now:

I actually started to see the sun through the clouds breaking up and making me feel better. THANK GOD he gives us good days, we so need them when it is all hitting the fan and we feel like we are drowning we pop up for some fresh air to keep us sane.

From Scooter my selfish dog and me who is just plain old crazy, much love.