At a particularly rowdy staff meeting, my colleagues and I were doing an ice breaker that involved filling in several boxes on a piece of paper with some of your "favorites."
One of the categories was favorite hobby, which I, very honestly, answered "pet dogs." This was apparently very funny to some of my coworkers, especially those who at the time, didn't know me too well. Now I think that may not surprise them one bit.
One asked me, "Like, play with your dogs?"
I laughed, " You don't know my dogs. They don't play."
On the very longest of days, all I desire after school is to come home, sit down, and pet my smelly, drool-y, wrinkly, old, diaper- wearing, senior, best girl-pal Sami.
When she's feeling spry she kind of slow motion, one foot at a time, tip toes her way onto the couch. We joke that if she has enough will to get her big butt up there, we have to allow it, even though she's "not allowed on the couch."