Sometimes I do wish this little buddy did help with some of the chores, you know, like what a little person could be there for. Although, the fact remains that I am a doggy momma, and NOT a Mommy, so when Ash brings me his rope, and he messed up my perfectly folded pile of clothes, I play with him. Sure, sometimes I raise my voice and get frustrated. Afterall, he runs around with his tongue constantly out and gets everything so slobbery! It’s nasty… but, I’m glad to have him in my life. I’m glad he is mine and Chris’ responsibility, and not diapers and late night feedings.