Eight months in
Still, my gigantic "puppy" sticks his head out in the evenings to greet me. He listens to me whine and complain about random things in my life whilst wiping his dirty nose on my clothes. We've eaten dinner together, him draping my hair full of straw. And right when you think he's being nasty or mean, he switches tactics and you realize that he's only asking for attention and a scratch on his velvet nose.
Isn't that what we're all kind of looking for in life? A bit of attention and a scratch on the nose? And maybe a treat or two please, mom.