Our dogs. 2 of the world’s most lovable yellow labs. And we love them. Because these dogs? Are trying to kill me. They do this thing were they has to be exactly where I am at all times. If I'm bringing the groceries in from the garage, Indy will lay down about three steps in from where I'd come through the door. So that I don't see her until I've taken one giant step forward and have to do this little side step, jump, hop, skip to keep from stomping her. If I'm unloading the dryer, Indy (Jo won’t go down the stairs) will sit directly behind me so that when I open the dryer door, pull out the contents and step back, I will have to pull some pretty impressive maneuvers to keep from squashing her. If I'm in the shower she will lay in front of the door. And I basically have to yell at her to move so I can get out.

If I'm walking down the stairs she will walk ahead of me. And I'll be going along at a pretty good clip and she will suddenly stop. Just BAM! Stop. And I have to grab onto the wall to keep from going rear over tea kettle over her and down the stairs.

[Speaking of stairs, you know how walking down the stairs is kind of just something you do and not something you have to actually think about; like breathing? Have you ever thought about it while you're descending the staircase? Well, don't. Once you start picturing left foot, right foot, next step; it will mess you up. And you look kind of dumb when it becomes obvious you've forgotten how to walk down stairs. Not that I would know anything about that.]

And now that it’s Spring time, I'm pretty sure that they both intentionally go outside just to bring in extra mud followed by more mud. And who’s bright idea was it to put cream colored carpet in this house? Oh. Right. Mine.