Best Friends
She knows that her part of the bed is the foot.
I know that she loves eating cat kibbles as treats now and then.
She knows I hate it when she pees on the carpet.
I know that it takes a while for her to get used to the grooming table on dog shows.
She knows that I love it when she eats well, so she has her salmon pieces and comes for her praise immediately. She must really hate salmon, though.
I know that she is dying for me to forget her with the squeaky mouse a tad too long so she can wreck it for good.
She knows me so well that when she goes looking for me around the house, the very first place she looks is the computer room.
I know her so well that I only buy the bubble gum smelling balls at the store, because they’re her favorite.
I love her.
She knows that I do.