Yesterday morning, while still recovering from whatever cold/sinus gunk I caught from my Papa Wally, I was sitting in my chair watching TV. Not an unusual occurrence since the loss of my job several months ago. Generally, the routine goes as follows, Wrigley stands guard at the bedroom window for about thirty minutes, while Lucy takes her morning nap on the couch. However, this day, Lucy decided she wanted her mama. I lifted the covers up so she could get in. Climbing into my lap, she nuzzled up close and got comfortable and quickly fell asleep. When Wrigley was done with his patrol, he came to the end of my recliner and stood up and looked at me with his face all wrinkled up as if to say, "Where am I supposed to lay?" Knowing I couldn't just toss the sleeping Lucy off of my lap to satisfy him, I tried to shew him away, but he kept going in circles, the couch, dad, and the bed and back to me. Finally, he decided not to take "no" for an answer, he carefully climbed up on the side of my chair, and laid himself on the top of my chest, with his butt on the arm of the chair to take some of the weight. His head he rested across the top of the back of Lucy's neck. It was so sweet. He was cold and a bit shivery. All he wanted to do was cuddle and get his morning nap. Lucy, didn't seem to mind. She wasn't moving.
So there they were, both my kids...seventy five pounds of lab fur Lucy and sixty three pounds of muscle of Wrigley. I always wanted kids, so now I have them in more ways than the original one.
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