PSA: Yesterday I overheard my dad having a serious conversation with his dog about what Hogwarts house she would be. ("...Put that little hat on you and put you right into Hufflepuff, wouldn't they.") I about died trying to stay silent and not interrupt the discussion.

That is the cutest thing EVER!!!

Also, #TeamHufflepuff!

Oh, Connie, that's the worst. I'm so sorry about the cost and have so much empathy for that, but I'm so glad the surgery went well.

Brenda, I, also, about died of the cute from that description.

I would put Murderbiscuit in Slytherin, because, well, Murderbiscuit, but he honestly loves to fight so much that I think he actually belongs in Gryffindor.

Kaylee is Gryffindor. Seamus, Simon and Newton are Hufflepuff. Wilson is a cowardly Slytherin.

I came across this and it sums it up pretty well: "Dress sizes were designed by sixteen ferrets on crack"

Miss Kitty is thoroughly Hufflepuff

Our lab-mix is definitely Hufflepuff, and our beagle is definitely Slytherin.

My cats are, like, reading an entirely different story, or something.

Suela, I'm glad the pup is doing OK. Yikes on the holiday weekend costs.

Toddson, that's funny. I've definitely Italy had that kind of disorientation before. So weird.

askye, I hadn't heard of RSD, but it sure makes a ton of sense. Good for you for committing to talk about it on your next appt. You are really awesome handling your stuff. Respect.

Oh, and that's hilarious, brenda.

My mother used to lecture the cat we had then. Considering that she barely had two brain cells to rub together - and would sit there looking blank while being lectured - it wasn't terribly productive. I don't think she'd have qualified for a Hogwarts house, although she'd have snuggled up to Hagrid.