You know…Goob is supposed to be MY dog. I adopted him, trained him, fed him, let him up on the furniture, looked the other way when he chewed the tongue out of my best running shoes, forgave him the time he threw up stolen chili in my lap. You’d think he’d show a little loyalty! But no. One chubby-cheeked little monster with a sweet smile, and he’s forgotten all about me. Next time he goes to the groomer, I’m requesting a poodle cut. Haha

Goob has been stuck like glue to Aary since the day we brought her home, and she’s been fascinated with him for almost as long. Well, the little monster has learned now how to call for him, and he answers. The last two nights Nick and I have just managed to drift off to sleep when we hear the wails, “Gobb!! GOBB!!! GOOOOOOBBB!!!” from Aary and then his pitiful howls and door scratchings in reply. I’m nervous of letting him in her room at night, because he tried several months ago to CLIMB IN to her bassinet with her, and nearly broke both their necks. I didn’t want him to try it again now and bring the whole crib down on top of them in the middle of the night. But they’re both completely inconsolable when separated. Last night I gave up and let her sleep in her playpen next to our bed, so he could lay next to it. She fell happily to sleep while he licked her feet through the mesh…

They’re a mess…