I think I have a stalker.
My dog Buddy.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love this little dog. But sometimes he can get well, a little creepy.
He watches my every move. He follows me everywhere, even into the bathroom.
I am the object of his undying affection. He looovvvvves me.
When I wake up in the morning, there he is, paws on my chest, staring at me.
If I head to the kitchen, he is at my heels.
If I sit on the couch, well there he is, right beside me.
Oh, that’s OK Buddy. I love you too.