|"stop looking at me, swan!"|
|comfortable position, no?|
oh well. at least cleaning is easy without having to console a crazy dog.
sometimes what gets cleaned is something of his. when we do this, it disrupts his beauty rest. (all these shots were taken before we took the gate down, obviously. what can i say? i'm slow.)
|giving the "where the hell is my nuddle and why aren't you on the couch?" face|
|not quite as soft or large as the nuddle, but easier to move around--and therefore to burrow into|
|a few minutes later, he flipped around into what i call his "sideways sit" position, and i felt compelled to try and tuck him in a little for a good nap|
|later still... "ask me if i care about your stay-on-the-towel rule."|
once desmond starts rolling around on the couch like that, he often finds a way to roll himself right off. the first few times, he would simply fall on the floor and be all confused about what had happened, especially if he had been sleeping. he has since figured out how to catch himself. like so...
|"oh, darn--down here again."|
|"may as well make the most of it and go for a little walk."|
|"but first i think i'll use the couch for stretching leverage. oh, yeah... that's the stuff. hey, mom, when are we joining that yoga class?"|