"I wanna be a doggy my love"

Asher is now obsessed with being a dog! He barks when I ask him questions, he pants, and wants to eat on all four. When he licked my leg the other day, I decided I didn't like the new pet, and I wanted my cute boy back. Well the best part of the doggy obsession is that dogs don't wear clothes. So that means Asher, I mean goofy (yes he's still goofy. Conveniently goofy is a dog so that plays well into the role.) insists he should be naked as well. He always wants "to be naked for a little while". This afternoon I checked on him while he was supposed to be napping and found him naked sitting on the chair in regular doggy stance, barking as I walked in. And this morning when I went to put Mckaillie on the bus, he ran out on to the porch in his birthday suit, barking at the bus driver. Oh the joys!
He now calls me "my love" which melts my heart every time he says it. I can't help but smile even typing it.