May Bone

Last night Go and I were on a date (thankyouthankyouthankyou to Uncle Paul for babysitting) and we were talking about our kids, something we try not to do when we're out alone, but my children have a way of pushing themselves into my brain, even when they're not there.  They are big hassles and huge  inconveniences, really.  

Oh come now, I'm only joking.  Kind of.

We were talking about Ruby, about how Diabetes has aged her, which is especially unfortunate

because we've always thought of her as an "Old Soul" even before she was diagnosed--wise beyond her years, always worrying about everything, constantly observing everyone, analyzing

 all situations, etc.  

And then we decided that May was a "Labrador Retriever Soul:" especially, goofy, playful,

 loyal, sensitive, cuddley and mischievous.  She is also quite fuzzy.