Right now I am typing from the comforts of my couch. Well, it should be comfortable at least. I have left out the fact that Bo is laying on top of me. For some reason he must be as close to my face as possible, making it very hard to type or for that matter move at all. He seems to be oblivious to his inconvenient position, but secretly I wonder if he knows. I would take a picture, but again...I cannot move anything, but my fingers. Obviously, he does not want to be confined to the term "lap dog" and would like to separate himself from those of that less enlightened variety and be known as a "face dog". Joey and I are about to walk the dogs so I must wake the Bo fur stole wrapped around my neck.
By the way, sometimes it's easier to talk about nothings rather than all the somethings going on. :)