Cuddles and kisses

When Edwin comes to visit, Cookie is always the first one at the door to greet him. Once inside the house, she never leaves his side. It is ridiculous to be jealous of a dog, but I do sometimes envy the "love" bond that exists between the two. Cookie makes it very clear how I am the "other woman" in their relationship when we leave her in her playpen to go out. Those eyes of disbelief and betrayal--sometimes mixed with a mournful whine--is a clear sign. If she could talk, I swear she would be screaming, "Daddddyyyy~" at the top of her lungs when we walk away from the door and down the hallway.

Never a dull moment with Cookie around...

...especially for Moose. Poor Moose. She finally got to him (or at least his head) and removed the stuffing. Brainless and deflated (literally), we had to lay him to rest. RIP.