Willow was greatly displeased that I made something with fish but didn’t share any.

When I made extra onigiri, I had planned to save some rather than eating them all. Instead it became a rather large lunch.

But Willow forgave me after being given dog treats, as compensation for the lack of getting to steal my lunch.

Willow practically out like a light from the comfy; Misty more debating if that’s food or a camera in my hand, before going back to sleep.

It was difficult to have the heart to reclaim my reserved spot. Willow was so comfy and tired. Of course, nods of agreement from the peanut gallery….

I’ve decided to take a note out of Willow’s book: and sprawl out in the name of comfort.

The problem is when you get comfortable and feel the urge to make coffee….