Note to world #8549

The babysitter sent me a photo of the dog for Valentine’s Day. And though photos of animals weren’t really my thing – it seemed harmless: cute, even. 

Except when I looked more carefully, I realized that the babysitter had put my red cashmere sweater on the dog. 

My stinky dog desperately in need of a bath. 

The one who barfs every day and farts enough to run a small utility company.  

Plus the dog was standing with her paw over the box of chocolates I had bought for my real children.  

This was most decidedly not my idea of love. And yet, it was my current reality.