"Beep boop," I joke, making jerky robot motions with my arms. Macha licks my face and I laugh as she crawls on me, forcing me back until I have to press my elbows into the floor to brace myself. "Is that so? Our dogs have a discerning eye for art, eh?"

After awhile I disentangle myself from the dogs and whistle sharply, sending them to their beds before I pull myself to my feet. My clothes have fur and slobber on them and I give Bits a lopsided smile. "Are you still gonna want to kiss me a bunch if I smell like dog?"

My eyes drift to the covered frame over the television and my breath catches slightly, because I have no idea what could be underneath. Whatever it is, Bits decided to make it the focal point. It will probably make me cry for real.