The behemoth has spent nearly all morning snoozing on MY couch and snoring loudly in my ear while I sat on the floor in front of her to work. Did I mention that Her Royal Newfsance snores? These are not cute little dog snores, these are fully fledged, human sounding, sawing-of-logs snores.
And then, when she feels the need for a good stretch, she extends her giant front paw straight out and into my back so forcefully that I suddenly find myself thrust forward and curled over my laptop. She leaves her paw jambed into my back to reinforce her point. And then, just to make sure I noticed, she lets out her characteristic WRaaaa-ooooh-uuuuhn statement about how disgusted she is with the fact that I was in her way.
Just a typical morning when you share your living space with a person sized dog named Katy.
Max smartly stayed curled up in his bed in a warm, dark corner under his fleece blanket.
Some mornings I am tempted to do the same, but if I had, you'd never see a box like this!