SOMEBODY THINKS SHE'S HUMAN

I thought there was a new pooch in the house, but sometimes it seems like somebody thinks she's human.

I wake up to find her on the bed, under the covers, with her head on the pillow.

 She likes to sit by for daily hot chocolate and reading of the newspaper.

 She's most comfortable sitting like this.

She always calls "shotgun" in the car.

And sometimes I walk into the front room to find we're wearing the same thing.