. . . was a gentle, rippling snore. Or a loud buzz-saw snore.
Nope, nope not at all.
Lucy, fast asleep.
. . . being a dog in our home. Sometimes you have to sleep on the back of the couch.
Although I copyrighted this photo, Faye gets all the credit for taking it.
My treasured Achilles, asleep.
On a cold winter day Lucy dozes in front of the window, on the day bed in the cozy man cave.
Lucy is tuckered out after a lengthy session with the Chuck-it!
I cannot leave out our affectionate Fitzi. He’s curled up in a favourite place on a chilly evening: the dog bed in front of the Magic Heat Box aka the wall furnace.
Our treasured senior Achilles, sleeping deeply on his comfortable bed.
A peaceful evening with dogs scattered about the house, with Lucy sleeping on the couch.