This is what our Friday looks and feels like. I call it Dog Friday when we get to lounge and cuddle up all day. Duke knows what to do:
Don’t you want to cuddle him? He carries that giant bone around with him with such pride. Then plops down in exhaustion after expending all energy searching for the perfect place to chill out with it.
I’m pretty much doing the same thing except I’m in ratty warm clothes on the couch with my pootchie girl cuddled in a blanket by my side.
Quite like I imagine heaven will be.
Except there’s cake. I’m sure of it.