Ode to Otis

It's been almost a week since we fully moved in. David and I haven't been able to patch the holes in the fence yet, therefore my most precious dogs cannot come home with us quite yet. This makes me extremely sad, especially since I am not able to hold Otis every night and cuddle up to him and smell his fur to go to sleep (seriously, it's so comforting, he smells good.. no really).
Otis is a very special dog. I swear he is my dog Goldie's (rip) child. He acts and looks so much like her, to me, except for his incessant barking.









I love you Otis.