On any given morning this is where you will find my wee man snoozing and 'sunbathing'. I include the quotes because 'sunbathing' has absolutely nothing to do with how sunny it is.
When I ask him "Would you like to sit in the sun?"
he has come to understand that as "Would you like to sleep on my bed for a few hours, temporarily elevating your status in the hierarchy of our pack and giving you the right to give me a foul look when I come back later to ask if you would like to go to the toilet?"
The answer is always 'yes' btw, as indicated by an all over body shake.
Yesterday he just got lucky with the spring sunshine!
Next week he goes for a haircut, a perfectly timed spiffy new 'do' for the spring sunshine arriving - those ears have been trailing in too many muddy puddles lately! Then next month he will be nine years old. My little fluffy puppy
will be nine years old!? In dog years that's 63!!! He's already starting to get a little greyer around the chops...