For the most part, the dogs are comfortable wherever they choose to roost. Somedays though, I am tempted to ask, “And what bricks have you been busy chopping?”

And sometimes we have family nap time, and I am tempted to use a dog (or two) for a pillow, lol.

They are sweet, lovable, little goonie birds with fur.

While I’ve met a few dogs in my life who could be called birders, Willow is more of a fisher as far as scavengers go. That is to say if her spider sense detects fish, she will likely be very interested.

The onigiri I made last night of course drew some attention, since tuna was involved.

But nothing quite gets their collective attention like treats 😁.

Unlike in my childhood: it’s kind of rare I have much ice cream these days. Rarer still with so many trimmings.

Of course this doesn’t mean Willow is content with my explanation of why it’s not for dogs…

was there ever any doubt that I am the wrong species for being comfortable?

Some levels of comfort may be limited to the dogs amongst us, lol

Yeah, I’m never going to end up this comfortable, lol.

So how, dogs manage to be especially comfortable. As for me, coffee IV, stat!

Misty: must be comfortable.
Willow: must be watchful.

Every now and then I do remind Willow that she is not allowed to eat the neighbors.

Willow’s response to dinner is sometimes to inspect my beard for crumbs.

Needless to say: Willow is out right comfortable, and Misty is perturbed that I’ve returned bearing coffee instead of snacks.

I’m pretty sure that Misty’s face could raise money for charity, if you bribed her with the right food offerings…