There's nothing better
than curling up with your dog and reading a magazine.
Shanks decided to lay all over me the other day
when I was reading House Beautiful.
Sometimes he thinks he's a lap dog, not a 40 lb. Border Collie mix.
None the less, I still hug him and squeeze him
even though he smells far from roses (and usually burps in my face)
He was laying on his back with his legs squeezed between the couch cushions.
He seemed quite comfy that way!