I'm a Human Pet. . . . .

So Mitch came up with this story one night of how I was his pet human.  Awesome, right?  Here's the jist of it:  he feels bad for me because I live in the dorms and spend the majority of my time in my room (mind you, I don't care that I spend my time doing homework in my room, he just thinks I do).  My room is the equivalent of a kennel.  So because he feels bad that I'm cooped up in here all the time, he likes to take me out to feed and play with me.  Yeah, isn't he just the best?  So I'm his pet human.  I love it?  Not really, but it is kinda funny at times I guess.

Anyway today he calls me because I didn't have English and asked if he could come visit.  I said sure so he came to my "kennel" and we talked for a bit before he wanted to take me to lunch.  We went and got pizza at this new place in Cedar (it was way cheap and pretty good btw) and then went to the store to get donuts and then went to the park where we sat on the grass and went down by the little river (he fell in it when he tried to jump to this rock that was too far away, sooo funny!) that runs through the park, then took me home.  His version of our mini-date:  I fed my pet, took her to get a treat, took her for a walk, and played in the water with her before returning her to her kennel.  Who else can say they have a pet human? haha....  Anyway, it was really fun and I enjoyed it.  I even went along with his little pet theory.

So I'm a human pet.  Don't you just love it?  Depends on the day for me, but I guess it will make a funny story when I'm older.  He thinks it will too.  So like last week when his roommate wanted us to go camping and so did I but he didn't I tried this argument with him, "Well, when you're older you can tell your kids this:  When I was in college I took my pet human camping!"  Didn't take, but it was good while it lasted.  So if you can't tell, Mitch is kinda crazy, but it's fine, we like him anyway!