New Roommates
Everyone keeps telling me that Sean and I should rent out our guest room to make some extra cash, and I’m excited to say – we finally did it! Two new houseguests moved in a few months ago, and they pay in love and cuddles. (That makes us sound like swingers. We’re not. They’re dogs.)
I’d like to introduce our new roomies. They signed a two-year lease. After that, we’re putting them down. Just kidding.
My sister and her fam are currently stationed in Japan, so we're taking care of their pups while they're away.
Carly: The Roommate Who Eats Your Food
Have you ever had a roommate who eats your leftovers? You come home all excited to eat some cold pizza, but it’s suddenly missing from the fridge? That’s Carly. She’s a counter-surfing food queen, but what she lacks in manners, she makes up for in cuteness and wiggles.
Hobbies & Interests:
Peeing in the chicken coop
Begging
Getting all pink and wiggly when she’s excited
Wearing Hawaiian shirts
Alli: The Enthusiastic One
You know those friends who send out Facebook event invites, like, once a week? And they’re always throwing elaborate themed parties and you have to go out and spend a bunch of money on some dumb costume that you’ll never wear again? Like, “It’s National Taco Day! Dress like your favorite taco topping, and come enjoy my taco bar! Everyone sign up to bring a topping! !!!!!” That’s Alli. Only she’s a dog. So it’s cute. Everything is THE BEST THING EVER, and every day is SO WONDERFUL. If she was a human, she’d probably be really good at crafting.
Hobbies & Interests:
Smelling frogs
Playing lifeguard
Drooling
Boxing Carly
Wearing Hawaiian shirts
While we’re at it, here’s how I’d classify our other pets if they were human roomies…
Michelle: The Chill Roommate
Literally nothing bothers her. About a year ago, we slipped a new chicken into the coop while Michelle was laying an egg, and she didn’t care. We put her in a dog crate during Hurricane Irma and took her to Sun City Center. Didn't care. Laid an egg.
Mildred: The Unstable One
If Sean and I ever go missing, look for this bird.
You’ll notice I’m not including Bailey in this. That’s because he is my little angel baby and not really a roomie. When Sean and I have children, they will know Bailey’s name because he will be the one they can never live up to.
Instead of, “Marsha, Marsha, Marsha,” it’ll be, “Bailey, Bailey, Bailey!”
