What’s That Saying?

Something about owners starting to resemble their pets? I always give Maizie a treat after our before-bedtime walk. Last night I went with her doggie breath mints, which are pretty small, so I usually toss her one so she can try to catch it. Her coordination was off on this particular evening, so she missed. It bounced off her teeth and rolled off…somewhere. I didn’t see it; Maizie didn’t see it. I didn’t like the idea of a random treat floating around the apartment, so I got down on my hands and knees and started searching the floor of the living room. After a couple minutes, I looked up, and Maizie — obviously on all fours — was also face down, searching the other end of the room. I really wish I had a picture of the both of us, crawling around the living room, looking for dog treats…


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