It's a little dark and probably could benefit from a modesty patch, but I love this picture. It's definitely describes pre-baby dog life. Poor little Czara is going to be heartbroken. As it is, every time I say the word "baby," she thinks we are talking about her. She looks very confused when instead of fussing over her, Rob then fusses over my stomach. Last night I said something about the baby, and she came to us from two rooms over, like "you called?"
Poor little spoiled puppy.