This is Casey. She is not my dog. She is my friend Bryan's dog. But I make pretend she is mine. We lay on the futon together. I feed her leftover pasta I do not want from a fork. She is a dreamer. I am sure most of her dreams consist of chasing butterfiles through fields of daisys.
This is Molly. She is not my dog. She is my parent's dog. But I make pretend she is mine. When I am home, that is. She lives up in Portland, Maine. She is a Southern dog as well, having been rescued from Katrina. I call her Miss Molly Moo or Miss Molly Muffin and she is quite a trouble maker. She sits on the couch like a little lady and watches birds and squirrels all day.
Some day...I will have a dog that is mine.