The Joys of Doggie Motherhood

What are you eating? Why are you barking? Get inside right now. Stop digging in the mud. That's the same cat you've known since you were a baby. She smells the same as she did five minutes ago. Why are you looking at me like that? What are you eating? Stay off the counter. Off! Down! Stop barking, already. No, you can't go for a ride in the car. I can't afford to buy you Coldstone Creamery -- you're getting Baskin Robbins. What are you eating? No! Stop! Off! Down! Really! What ARE you eating??

But ... she is my baby. Even without responses to any of these questions -- even though she shows no remorse whatsoever over anything -- even though any training seems to have gone to waste -- I know she loves me, and that's about the best feeling in the world.