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.