I may have mentioned this before

I love my dog. And it is a good thing today, because if I didn't I think she may have just met Jesus. Seeing as how she is a princess, and it is raining outside, she has been inside all day. This probably means that she has not eaten all day. Or at least until just recently. My wonderful, thoughtful wife decided to make me a rather large dish of enchaladas to take to work this evening. I woke up earlier to the wonderful smell of it. When I finally actually got up, I left the bedroom door open, where the dog should have been, while I had pertinent business to tend to. Long story short, as I have to now get the rest of the salvageable food to work, I came out of the bathroom to find her paws on my counter eating my dinner. That little sh*t. I love my dog.