It’s little moments like this when I realize my life is so richly blessed. Little chances to enjoy life. And my dog. Who I think is a real boy most of the time.
I caught Petey sleeping in the picture window one afternoon, on top of the bench, on top of the blanket, on top of my Crate and Barrel pillow. Like a little king on his throne. And it made me smile so much.
Thanks for humoring me and my dog-obsessed blog posts. 
