To the inhabitants in my house who
are not me:
How many months (years) have I
provided you a safe and comfortable place to sleep and chill out?
How many months (years) have I
provided you crystal clear drinking water and high quality, locally sourced, USA
processed food and treats?
How many months (years) have I
provided you toys and pet furniture for your educational advancement and
entertainment pleasure?
How many months (years) have I
provided you nationwide travel with pet-friendly accommodations—how many family
vacations have been planned solely around pet-friendly activities?
How many months (years) have I
provided you love, nurture, and encouragement to grow and develop into your
best, most productive member of animal society selves?
How many months (years) have I
kept you UTD in medical appointments, procedures, emergency Vet visits, and
routine health maintenance shots?
How many months (years) have I
provided you with gym memberships, spa treatments, and higher education
opportunities? (Okay, Agility classes,
Drool in the Pool opportunities, and Paw-d-cures at the groomer for Bandit
might be stretching it a bit—but none of
it comes cheap!)
How many months (years) have I
provided you a wardrobe of clothing, and costumes, to rival that of any
two-legged fashionista (okay technically, this only applies to Bandit—so
far!)
How many months (years) have I
policed litter boxes and outside grassy areas so your precious paws would never
come into contact with your waste byproducts?
(Or cause environmental runoff problems?)
How many months (years) have you
lived with me and you still have a problem remembering I have a first thing in
the morning mission—you still do not know to move outta my way when I'm making
a beeline for the bathroom?!
...I'm sorry I stepped on your
tails this morning. Both of you.
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