Okay, I miss my two furriest best friends.

I miss Charlies furry little butt curled up against me in bed.
I miss Miles sticking his head in my crotch every two seconds to get pet.
I miss Charlies obnoxious slurpy, licking noises in the middle of the night.
I miss Miles' pathetic expressions whenever I left him behind, even if it was only for a second.

Can you believe thinking about those two stinky little furbags is making me cry. When Miles sees me cry, he comes over and hang out with me. Charlie just stares at me like a semi-antisocial cat. But I know better.

Anyway, I sound pretty pathetic right now.

I miss my dogs.

Perhaps I should get out more often.