Puppy Love

right now i am dreadfully tired from a week's worth of too long days working outside in hot muggy weather. i should be sleeping, but my dog's head has taken up residence in the crook of my left arm, pinning it against my body because it weighs, like, fifteen pounds. i should be the one dreaming heavily at this point, but i can't bear to disturb him, as he's rarely this cuddly at sleep time. plus he's chasing rabbits in his sleep and whimpering, and i couldn't wrest him from such propititous circumstances. so i'll just go on typing, one-handed, until he wakens and jumps off the bed, then plops down on the floor like four twenty-five lb. sacks of potatoes. i couldn't possibly love this dog any more than i already do.