It was a sunny spring day with a nice cool breeze. I had just spent an hour at a park playing with some other dogs, twenty minutes at a pet store testing out dog beds, and about ten solid minutes doing zoomies across the yard. So, yes, I was pretty darn tired.
The Lady was working diligently in the dirt for reasons that are beyond my comprehension. Her nice soft sweatshirt, discarded in the grass, called to me. It was like a miniature bed. I decided to take a little break.
The Lady kept telling me my posture was inappropriate. Whatever. I’m pretty sure she sleeps like this.