Sunday, January 13, 2013
Tiny chumley tries his best to lie my lap when I am at my desk, but alas my lap and his kielbasa-ness are less like two peas in a pod, and more like a size ten foot trying to fit in a size 6 shoe. The little kielbasa's attempts to find comfort in such a circumstance is a make do-able experience, full of precarious twisting and derring do turning, with my hands supporting at times a cliff-defying tushie while his hiney paws slip and slide as they help him search for an elusive position that is both stable and sustainable. A position, it almost always turns out, that ends up with a certain little oversized wiener boy awkwardly but firmly wedged between my body and my desk.
phew - that was exhausting! mom, u didn't have any plans to go anywhere anytime soon, right?
Hee hee, well, no baby dog, I guess I don't. :)