Thursday, October 7, 2010
Follow around like a puppy
I'm pretty sure that everyone who survived middle school has been accused of following someone around like a puppy, but I had no clue how literal that really was. I get up and go to the kitchen, Jacques follows me. I go sit down at the table, he lies down at my feet, I go out on the balcony, he walks right with me. It makes me think that he lives for nothing more than some munchies, a head scratch and a belly rub. Come to think of it, that sounds like a pretty awesome life.