On my dogs...no, not on them, talking about them

When Bud is gone, Sadie sleeps in the bed with me. I know this is wrong for two reasons. 1. Copper is still left in the living room sleeping in his crate and 2. One of our household rules is that the bedroom stay dog-free. But we both break that rule when the other is traveling. It's our little open secret. Plus, how can you say no? She knows that when our bed is half-empty, it's time for her to run to the bedroom door threshold and bounce! up and down until I say, "Ok Sadie, come on," to which she flies into the room and sits by the side of the bed, waiting to be picked up and placed lovingly between the pillows. I am aware that to some people I have become a dog-freak. Something like a woman who, by her fourth cat, is unaware of what people are saying behind her back. And although sometimes I resent the responsibility of having two dogs, and sometimes I pull too hard on the leash when they won't heel (something I'm ashamed to admit), and I sometimes sternly tell Copper to get his fat head off my keyboard and he ignores me - I can barely remember a time when my life wasn't filled with their ridiculous, funny and loving personalities.