I don't mind the blur or even the mess in the background. I don't mind that I can't pull my covers up or that you hog my pillow at night. I don't mind when you watch my face diligently in the mornings until my eyelids flicker, which apparently is the international signal for play time! I don't mind that you cost me a small fortune last week.
Tater doesn't seem to mind you either. He is hopeful, however, that you'll figure out how to play tug of war at some point. Just throwing that out there.
I am just happy you're back where you belong. My little family of three is perfectly complete.
I'm so grateful I could burst at the seams.