I'm very sad because my little Jasper is gone for the week. he is going to be staying with M's parents so that he can play with his best little bud, Bailey. He will have a super fun time, and we'll get him when we come home for Easter. Meantime, I'll have no punctual early morning wake-up kisses, which may make it more difficult for me to get out of bed. Yes, I KNOW he's only a dog, and I'm aware my affection for him is excessive. But if God didn't intend for that little puppy to be loved as much, he wouldn't have made him so darn adorable and fuzzy and given me such a ridiculous weakness for lop-sided ears and short, stubby tails.... right?