Betrayal!

So Sydney (the dog) is here now. We've been getting along well. She follows me from room to room and guards me from my roommates. I had forgotten just how terrified she is of most people. That's what happens when you're born in a Mennonite puppy mill, I guess.

Thus far I've enjoyed hanging out with the dog. I've already taught her to come when I call her (something she was definitely no good at yesterday). That's because I am awesome. At dogs.

My roommates tolerate her fine; all except one. The cat. This morning she was waiting outside my door, staring at me. Judging me.

Skittles' accusatory look says it all: "What have you brought into my home?!"