Misty: “How dare you suggest I should jump on the couch myself. Come on, human, you know that you want to pick me up.”
Dogs
Convincing Willow that if I let her eat the whole bag of treats, she wouldn’t be able to walk, it’s kind of hard to decide if the incredulous look on her face says “And then you’d call me fat!?” or “You mean, the bag is really that full!?!?”
Yes, you don’t want to know how many treats she gets.
The kind of welcome I get around here:
Not sure if getting old, or just learning from comfy doggos about early naps.
Aslo, I’m pretty sure that used to be my bed…
Willow is disappointed that I positioned the tuna where she can’t get a sniff, and Corky tries to console her.
The response to their treat for the night is a rather different one.
There are times when Willow needs a reminder that patience is rewarded.
Not sure that these photos capture the comfort and disturbed nature of these two dogs, or just goes to show how long my camera takes to adjust the colour balance in the dark of TV light.
My parsing of their expressions were that Willow is very comfy back there, and Misty is unamused by me shifting butt cheeks on the couch, in order to take a picture of them.
Willow: an expert in comfort.
A mixture of comforta demands for treats; ahh the life of a dog!
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.