She’s actually small enough that she fits underneath the desktop, on my lap. I’m sitting in the chair with my legs crossed in order to support her comfortably. Her comfort. Not mine. I’m reminded that while I’m still pretty young, I’m not as young and flexible as I used to be. I think my foot has actually gone to sleep.
But who could resist that face?? Not I. That’s for sure.
Suzanne and Maggie
Oh Suzanne! She is just so happy you brought her home!!
LOL that is a sweet face!!! And I swear, rescue dogs are the sweetest! They know what they have lucked into!! Now try that typing configuration with an old english sheepdog………
She is such a doll! I’ll bet she is brightening up these snowy days for you.