Since I started working from home, little Martha and I have become more tight than ever. It's gotten to the point where, if I leave the house for even a few mintues, I find myself apologizing for the separation.
Last night, after spending the evening (a whole two hours) at a social endeavor, I came home and threw my corduroy jacket on the couch. Ten minutes later I walked by, and Martha had fashioned it into a nest and was lying on top of it.
This is unhealthy, yes?
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Awww.
Is it a coincidence that this immediately followed your post about finding your soulmate?
Haha. She's the best dog ever! Maybe she's my doggie soulmate, but hopefully I've got one of the male persuasion out there! Also, I forgot to post a picture of her in her Halloween costume this year!
I'm pretty sure my cat wishes I were unemployed again - she liked that I was able to leave the door open for her (screen closed, of course) throughout the day) and was around to play on demand, etc. When both of us are home for some work holiday or weather issue, she's confused but happy.
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