It’s a quiet Monday here at the homestead. Meaning, I’ve begun my weekday routine of being shut in my basement bedroom (it’s pink; have I mentioned that yet?) burning my eyes on my computer screen.
At some point this morning I realized I heard no dogs playing with their toys or each other or the kitchen table’s legs. An hour later, I realized it may be time to look for said dogs. (Let’s just remember yesterday’s present from Dog Number Two.)
But I needn’t look long. I found this behind me. (Please excuse the crappy cell phone picture. Apparently when a camera battery says “Low Battery Life. Shutting Off Now.”, you’re supposed to charge the dang thing.)
Dog, meet Bear.
Bear, meet Dog who likes to sleep on your crotch.
Let me know how that works out for you.