Sometimes Rolo looks like one of those starving street dogs from Mexico. But in a cute way.

I woke up a few mornings ago to see Steve and Rolo. They were spooning. Rolo’s head was resting on Steve’s pillow, and Steve had his arm around Rolo’s little furry body, drawing him near. A bit much? Yes, but it was cute, in a weird, “I’m obssessed with my animal” kind of way.