
My Scottie. He looks nothing like me, and pretty much doesn't act anything like me, but we do have one very strong similarity. He has definitely inherited my OCD. That's right, he's very neurotic for a three year old. Every day you will find his cars something like this:

The formations will vary, but the fact that they are lined up in a certain order doesn't change. Heaven for bid if you walk by them and accidentally bump one out of place, the world might end. I have to laugh because I have the same problem lining things up a certain way and I get really bent out of shape if they are moved. For instance, see the brown rug on the floor? I walk by that thing a million times a day and every time I do, I must make sure the lines in the rug are lined up a certain way with the wall and tile. It also takes me a
really long time to dust, because things have to be put back and lined up a specific way. Even decorating the Christmas tree takes me hours on end. Its not extra fancy or anything, I just have to stand back every second and make sure things are orderly. I could give countless other examples of my problem, but I don't want to scare any of you. Its a genetic thing I got from my mom that she got from her mom. Now, my poor Scottie is showing all the signs of being partially crazy. Poor boy.
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