I started reading Visiting Life last night and finished it up this morning. It's about women who have husbands/boyfriends in prison. The ending totally took me by surprise and I cried my eyes out at 9 a.m. I don't like to cry in front of the dogs because it freaks them out. Tears make my eyes even more yummy looking to Tiny Dog and when you are sad is not a time that you want to be flicking a dog off of your eyeballs. I let her lick my eyes one time. I thought if she got to do it once that that would take some of the mystery away for her and she wouldn't want to lick them anymore. I was wrong. I guess eyeballs are Tiny Dog's herion.