I'm sitting watching Lincoln sleep. He's performing his sunbathing ritual. If the sun is out, he finds a spot where it comes through the window and hits the floor and makes camp. Then he continues to follow that sunny patch as it moves around the room throughout the afternoon.
Today he's not snoring. His side is just gently rising and falling as the sun reflects off the brindle patches that randomly pattern his sides. He looks like he's so deep in sleep but as I tip-toe across the floor to refill my tea, he opens one eye to observe what the movement is all about.
The sun has moved again and he's now on my lap, as the sunlight no longer reaches the floor. My favorite bit about this lovely pup of mine is that he likes to cuddle. At least thats what I tell myself. In reality I might as well be furniture, but I know my presence is definitely appreciated.
The simple life of a gal and her dog.