| Opium88 | 11-11-2015 07:14 PM | Toby lays down between our feet and ensures no possibility of us getting crazy and playing foosty on his watch. Izzybear pushes her way between us as forceful as she can hoping we don't notice, but sometimes I feel like actually touching that other human I call boyfriend, so we move her and she'll trot back and forth between us till she picks a spot on our legs. And then we tell little Madlyn "PuppyUP!" And she lays her tummy against my palm and I lift her up and she crawls all over us like she's drunk, getting growled at and yipped at by the other two for Even thinking about touching them until she settles beside me on the edge and passes out. It's a routine. |