Molly thinks she’s a lap-dog. Last night I was sitting on the couch and she put her head in my lap. So far, so good. Then she put her front paws in my lap, and was kind of standing on her back legs with the whole front half of her body in my lap. I’m ok with that, too. Then, somehow, in a feat of amazing agility for a dog with bad hips, she slid her back legs up onto the couch – in such a sneaky manner that it took several moments for me to notice. Actually, I didn’t really notice until I saw her tail thumping on the couch out of the corner of my eye. So, all of a sudden, this 60-pound golden retriever “puppy” was half in my lap, half on the couch. Denis’ exact quote: “No good things can come of this…”
But she was being so sweet and cuddly, I couldn’t just shove her off my lap. And, of course, she realizes it’s only something she’ll be allowed to do once in a while, I’m sure. Really. Honest. ;)