This past week, I was working away with Dozer in his "monorail pug" position at the other end of the couch and Grim in the recliner next to him. I left the room to go to the rest room and returned to find this looking at me:
Can you read his thoughts? He is either saying:
- I reaaaaaally want in your lap. So please ignore all other things.
- Please don't be mad at me... but i reaaaaaallly want in your lap.
- It is me or the computer. Choose me! OK?
- Aren't I pitiful? Please love me and let me in your lap.
What do you think?