Sometimes on Saturday, after watching our parents pack for a weekend getaway that we can never — not until we’re sitting on the lap of the one who will ride shotgun in the front seat and we all pull out onto the open road TOGETHER— be sure that we won’t be left behind because of some hideous miscommunication on their part (“Did YOU bring Cooper? No, I thought YOU brought Cooper!) we resolve our anxiety by standing in the exact place where there is absolutely no chance that they will miss us and leave us all alone in the house without them—our Number One Favorite Tops Dogs: Mister and Missus Fun.
Have I Told You Lately That I Need You?
Shorty in the Stairwell