It's four feet to wipe when it rains, snows or our neighbor waters their lawn and inherently, then, our lawn. It's a lot of shushing when a bird, butterfly or moth fly past the window. Squirrel! It's getting pounced on in the morning with two feet on your chest and a tongue up your nose because she's been waiting so long for you to join the party. It's a ball of nerves when little ones are around because she doesn't do so well with them. . . yet. It's utter hilarity when she's fixated on the events happening in the TV, especially if one of her friends is on. It's a lick on the face to wipe away the tear, just because she likes the taste of your saltiness. But you find it comforting. It's having a cheerleader on the sidelines even though she has no idea how the game is played.