Ode to Cosmo and Bridget

They comprise a Mutual Admiration Society. She thinks he is hilarious because he sleeps in our closet when he is upset.

Seriously, a few years ago, we went on a trip somewhere and left the dogs in the care of the semi-grown children. After two days, I had to call Bridg and tell her to get over and get Cosmo. He hadn't come out of the bathroom or eaten in two days. She went over, got him, hauled his bed up to their bathroom and he spent the rest of our absence eating and happy.

He loves her because she talks to him in squeaky-eaky voices, kisses his teeth and gooses his bottom. Oh, and she doesn't mind that he sheds white hair all over her. It is true love.