I know everyone has seen Marley and Me and thought, "oh, my dogs were never like that when I was growing up! What dog would ever jump out of a moving car????" To all of you, I personally invite you into my cave where the beast Cassie lurks. Originally, my finacee Meredith bought the apartment in which we currently reside. It took some time (and a diamond) for me to really feel at home here as well. (JUST KIDDING, BABY!) Then, in June of '09, we found a cute, loving, 29 pound puppy at the dog shelter and brought her into the mix. Since that day, Meredith and I no longer have a home. We live in the presence of a monster. I'm talking poop, pee, vomit, bones, chewed up leather gloves, shoes and shampoo bottles. We have witnessed things being ingested and regurgitated (sometimes 2 weeks later) that we didn't think could fit in her mouth! On top of all of this, she is now 56 pounds, still energetic as a lightning storm, and we love her more and more every day. This may be her cave, but I kinda like it here. She kisses me all the time, she is my bodyguard, and becoming my other best friend. She also, in her favor, has eyes like a baby calf.
I know parents will tell me, "you haven't seen anything yet! Just wait till you have kids! They can actually talk!" Well, before we got the dog, the biggest warning came from my mother, who has raised 4 dogs and 4 kids in her tenure. "Charlie", she said, "you can't put a diaper on a dog..."