I've been under the weather for the past few days - running a fever, chills, general achy blah... One of the uncomfortable drawbacks to Hank's occupation of my uterus is that I can't tell if it's just a side effect, or if I've got the flu. Either way, there's not a lot I can do other than just ride it out and indulge myself in puppy therapy.
Fortunately, Moose is the best. I can lay down under my fluffy purple blanket and he's right there, curling up on the lower end of my spine, just like a little hot water bottle. After 10 years together, he knows just where to settle for maximum comfort. Of course, he also knows just how to get my goat, and he tends to move around a lot, but still... he's the best anyway. Daisy and Dancer occasionally try to sleep with me as well, but frankly, we need a bigger bed if it's going to be a three dog night.
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