Ok. Yes. I am totally obsessed with my little chicken nugget of a dog, Mimi… same with the big black one, Eloise… but lately they just don’t. stop. following. me.

On one hand it’s the most precious, lovely thing a dogmother could ask for, but on the other hand it’s like.. OMG wow.. literally going into my closet to get a pair of tights and without fail I have two scraggly poodles all up in my shiznat. I turn around to exit and they’re all like… “wait? what? I thought we were going to hang out ALL DAY in this 3 x 6 area. No?”

Then they will sit there with their oddly perfect posture as if to say, “Mommy. Look at this sit. I’m doing this sit for you. Love me for this perfect sit. Chest out. Head held high”.

Mimi’s new thing is like, creeping around corners… I’ll think I’m alone and BAM this little white q-tip cotton ball, out of nowhere, slinks around a corner and just STARES ’til I realize she’s there.. sometimes it takes minutes.. Eloise doesn’t have the skill-set to be stealth and quiet.. she’s more of a heavy breather that makes her way around via heavy stomps.. but little Meems, man. She’s got skills.