And then there is our dog-child, Lily. I found her on craigslist and when we met – and she peed all over me – it was love at first sight. Followed by panic. And then love again. She is sweet, but really dumb. She was 6 months old when we got her and I didn’t have the heart to both steal her from her home AND rename her. Good thing too. In retrospect, Michael Jackson is NOT a good name for a white fluffy cockapoo with no rhythm. Lily has a degree in basic dog manners from PetSmart University. She is currently employed as our occasional foot warmer, comic relief and pain in the ass.
