On one hand, I should probably be glad that the dogs like me.
On the other, given I sometimes need to move a comfortable dog in the name of taking a leak, I’m probably going to hell, or where ever those guilty of disturbing a dog’s comfort wind up.
An orange in an apple orchard
On one hand, I should probably be glad that the dogs like me.
On the other, given I sometimes need to move a comfortable dog in the name of taking a leak, I’m probably going to hell, or where ever those guilty of disturbing a dog’s comfort wind up.
This is how Willow looks when her expression is: “I was comfortable before being glomped on by a human who should have brought treats”.
Or at least, that’s how I imagine she would define my sitting on the bed, and paying attention to them after her nap, but not bringing treats until after (>_>).
It’s probably a good thing that the dogs like sitting with me. But some members of the tribe are less inclined to rest if they don’t have their first choice of spot, lol.
Corky took the opportunity for a nappy spot, and often takes my pillow while I’m getting ready for bed.
When Misty jumped into bed, she was perturbed at not being able to take her preferred spot.
Eventually, the great Corkaboo relented under Granny’s gaze, lol.
One of the better aspects of having gone grocery shopping a weeek or two before people lost their minds to covid19: being well stocked on pasta, and related yummies.
Misty, and the rest of the peanut gallery of course wish there was more sharing involved. Or something like that.
Needless to say, they will thrilled when meat and gravy treats followed dinner, lol.