My paws are up in the air with nothing under them. There is nothing to hold onto up there either. I am doing it anyway.
My paws are up in the air with nothing under them. There is nothing to hold onto up there either. I am doing it anyway.There is a pink bone hanging off me shaped like a treat I will never actually get. I have made my peace with that trade. It jingles, and that is something.My feet are folded down small and my toes are all bunched together. I did not arrange them like that. They just landed that way and I let them stay.My eye is open but pointed at nothing in particular, off toward the couch. I am not looking for anything. It just happens to be where my face was already aimed.I am upside down on the blanket with my belly out and nobody around to see it. I would look ridiculous if anyone walked in right now. Nobody has, so I do not.
