There are Yodels, there are *Twinkines, and then there are my bitches. Love ’em all, but these fluffy canines are where it’s at. The nuggets of love inspire me on the daily to keep chugging along. Talk about cheer leaders– no one else has ever sat upright staring at me for hours on end or wanted to lick my face just because.

*The name of my second poodle. Not to be confused with Brownie, the first poodle who died way too early. Like, awkward early. We named our dogs after sugary consumables simply because it was the only way we would get to enjoy them as young children.