Josh and I have a pretty unique living situation. We live in a two flat above our landlords (landladies?). They are nice, and very pet friendly.

They love Murph, they love Kitty, and we love their two cats. We also have sort of an open door policy. That is, we normally keep our back door open and they do too. We have an indoor stairwell in the back of the house, so "open" really only means open to each other, not the neighborhood, but more importantly it means open to the animals.

Phil, out landladies' cat likes our apartment best, so he comes upstairs every night and makes himself at home in front of our big bay windows.

Murph is absolutely in love with the women downstairs, so he spends a lot of his free time following them around and wagging his tail in their living room.

Even Kitty, the most skittish cat in the world, has come out of her shell in this apartment and now walks around upstairs, downstairs and even occasionally in the back yard.

I have to tell you, we could net be luckier to have such a wonderful place to live.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, our landladies brought home the most awesome (second most awesome?) dog I've ever met.

This is Henry.

He is the most fearless, sweet, happy dog I've ever seen.

And cute right?!

Even notoriously pro-human and anti-dog Murphy has started playing chase with him, and behaving himself when out on walks.

(Did I mention our landlord takes Murph out for walks when we're not home? Yeah, amazing.)

Unfortunately, not everybody is thrilled to have Henry in residence. Eventually I think she'll get used to him.