So, Colleen and I are dog-sitting this week. I got home last night and was greeted by a super-friendly, super-nice little dog that goes by the name of Mini. No barkin’ … which is always nice.
Colleen has never had a dog before so she’s not really sure what to do when “they just stare at you all the time”. It’s pretty funny how a happy, teeny, well-mannered little dog can make a 24-year-old woman so uncomfortable and self-conscious. This morning, as I was writing this post, Mini jumped up on Colleen’s lap… but Colleen didn’t immediately know to pet her and Mini decided to pout for half-a-second.
I feel the ’emotion of the moment’ has been caught. ;0).