Missy loves me

This is my mother’s neurotic rottweiler, Missy. She may be my mother’s dog, but loves me the most. There’s no logical reason why.

She’s not the dog I fuss over, but when I’m at my mother’s, Missy follows me everywhere. She only goes outside when I go out with her. She only eats when I stand near her. She only goes to bed when I go to bed (she does take more naps than I do) and sleeps on my feet. She gets up when I get up. She barks and carries on when she’s kenneled and can’t see me, which has earned her the nickname Pissy Missy.

She even pines for me when I leave.

But Missy is a silly name for a dog. So I call her Gidget.