Spoiled.

Our dog is spoiled. The kids think he is human. Jed of course loves every minute of it.

This is what I found the other morning when I came downstairs.
Those are my nice throw pillows I use on our front room couch. No worries, I like dog drool on them and that quilt I just finished washing. No worries again, we don't mind it being covered with dog hair. Jed didn't even move when I came down the stairs, he just looked at me and kept on relaxing.