A letter to Jake

If you don't know who (or what) Jake is, it's our 8 yr old Labrador.  A sweet dog that TH and I got six months after we were married. 

Dear Jake,

You are such a sweet, sweet dog.  A dog that I have loved from day one and thoroughly enjoyed having as the boys grow.  BUT.....

What the heck is up with you?!?!  You, my dear sweet dog, have gone all neurotic on me.  I CAN. NOT. HANDLE. craziness from a dog.  We have lived in our house for 7.5 years.  Your water and food bowls have been IN. THE EXACT. SAME. SPOT. for 7.5 years.  Why all of a sudden can you not go into the laundry room?  Do tell!  I'm all hears because I have enough on my plate these days.  Adding your bit of craziness isn't going to fly!  I fully understand you use to be my first "child".  Then as we've added babies to the mix, you are now #4.  I know that blows.... really I do!  I try to give you the attention you need because you are always so sweet and have a friendly greeting.  You put up with all kinds of crap from the boys. 

Sleep on it and in the morning, let's have  chat.  Tell me what's up.  Because if I have to take you outside to feed and water you several times a day, you might miss a meal or two.  Not on purpose by any means.  But miss some all the same.  Let's see if we can figure this out and work it out.

Love,

Your (loving & on the edge) owner