Here is a picture of me hugging Baxter that Stephan just found in his phone. I would really like to place a thought bubble above his head in this picture, so we could have a caption contest. Could he look MORE like he is just tolerating my incessant hugging? He's all "Sigh– I'm just doing this for the treats. Everyone has their price." Sometimes we do hug and kiss him way too much because he's just so awesome, and since he's not one of those "huggy" dogs, he just sits there with his deadpan expression. It's kind of funny, actually. I know I'm anthropomorphizing him, but he actually does have a very distinct personality, and this is a good example of it– a reality in which I act like a dork, and he is my straight man.
Also, in case you are going to mention it, yes, my hair is very long, like, hippie long, and yes, I need to cut it, I just really haven't had time, and I can't really cut it often enough, because it grows freakishly fast. It's just not ok to complain about having long hair that just grows really, REALLY fast, right? I have a husband who shaves his head to "fire it before it quits," and a friend whose hair is totally falling out (Shan, did we figure out what that was about yet? Vitamin D, maybe?), and all the while, my hair grows so fast, I cut bangs into it over the summer just to see how it would look, and that was three months ago, and I kid you not, my hair grew THREE INCHES since I cut the bangs. The bangs are now past chin level, people. THREE INCHES. Is that even normal? Yes, I do take alot of high-dose fish oil, which has accelerated my already fast hair growth, but seriously– it's like a (totally uneccessary) super power.
And yes, in case you're wondering, super fast hair growth does also mean that I lose alot of hair as well, so that's delightful for Stephan to find around the house all the time, taunting him.
