What always happens when I talk to someone about how I’m not sure if we should keep Chester, is he is all cute when I get home and I love him to pieces.

Yes, you can think I am an evil, but I am not a very good doggy “mom.” We don’t go on nearly enough walks to keep Chester entertained. We have no backyard and no place where he can run freely. We barely have any room inside the house where he can run around. He also whines at 5:00 in the morning when he wants to go outside, and I’ve been worried about getting up with a baby and getting up with the dog.

But today I was thinking about it all over again, telling someone maybe we should look for a new home for him; and then I get home and Chester is cuddly, he played with his octopus, we went on a walk, and he was all lovey. And I do love him, really. Not like some women love their dogs, but enough. Despite the shedding, running eyes, and $150 vet bills every time we go (stinking infections).

Oh, Chester.