My husband has finally given in. All of the animals are mine, with the exception of Maggie (who hates me anyway) and Winnie (the 17 year old smelly cat). So that means, Walter, Snoop, Janie, Chick, Pug Dog, Holly, Steve and Derick are mine! That’s a lot of animals to be responsible for!

In other words, Janie (the St. Bernard) will not come in if my husband here. So what I’m reduced to is leaving the patio door open, going over to my husband’s computer in the dining room, putting a cap in the window that she can see the top of (so she thinks my husband is here) and saying in a deep voice, “Come here Janie!”

I’m pathetic.