I woke up this morning to the realization that my dogs have lived with me for almost 3 years, and they don’t even know my name. Think about it: I say, “Piper, come here. Asia, sit. Piper, it’s time to eat. Asia, where’s Piper?” They know their names and each other’s name quite well, but they would be zero help if someone asked where “Ben” was. So if you hear me referring to myself in third-person, don’t worry. I’m just re-introducing myself to my dogs.
For more stories about my dogs, check out my page: Life With Dogs. It’s funny.