Rosie’s First Love

We’ve all had ’em. The ones that keep us up at night, the ones that make us sweat and shake and obsess and see stars.

Well, dogs are no different. And Rosie’s fallen in love with her handsome Italian babysitter/trainer Manuel.

Rosie and loverboy.

When she comes back from staying with him, she cries for hours, won’t eat, and looks at me as if to say: “Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?”

When the phone rings, she does a manic dance — as if she’s thinking, THAT MUST BE HIM, HE’S COMING TO RUN AWAY WITH ME!

And god forbid there should be a knock at the door… she has lovesick seizures. And the poor Chinese delivery man doesn’t know whether to get me to sign for my scallion pancakes or call doggy 911.

Click here and you’ll totally see how she flirts with the love of her young life.


Yes, It’s True: Rosie Can Jump Through Hoops of Fire.

Ok, not really.

But she did learn to sit, lie down, “leave it”, and walk better on the leash and graduated at the top of her training class at PETCO! (I think that’s Summa Cum Laude!) (Shhhh — she was the only one in the class! So?)

And so what if she’s forgotten everything most things?

That’s Rosie’s trainer, Chloe, holding Rosie and her very official diploma. That dog is going places, I tell ya.


How Many Beds is Too Many?

… because Rosie has … um, four. If you count mine as one of hers, which it pretty much is. And she totally hogs it, too. She sleeps diagonally so I am squooshed into the corner in a fetal position with no blankets.

Rosie (and Mr. Bill) in her “official” bed.

And it’s never like I feel I have the right to ask her to move. If I do, I’m always really quiet, so as not to disturb her.

“Um, Rosie, I’m sorry to bother you, but can you please just go over there a little so my face isn’t pressed up against the wall? My lip is literally asleep. I think it’s actually blue.”

No movement, no acknowledgement, not a care in the world.

And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.