Something has come between Rosanne and I. It is our little doggy Lucy.
Contrary to the advice of so-called animal experts, Lucy allows us to sleep in bed with her. It's that kind of arrangement.
It is amazing how a little 15-pound bundle of joy can become the focus of your life. We love her and she gives every indication that the feeling is mutual. We are a unit in every aspect of the word.
This morning I found myself stroking her (Lucy's) head as we were waking up. Rosanne was still asleep.
Suddenly, Rosanne's body gave a slight jerk. "What! Were you touching me?" she asked.
"No, I was touching Lucy though," I replied.
"Oh," came her sleepy response. "I thought this was a package deal! zzzzzzzzzz"