Roy and I have a little morning routine nowadays. It’s very strange for me to not set an alarm and immediately go to work. So I’ve been waking up around 7:30 and heading downstairs with Roy. We make our fake coffee (decaf) and watch the news. Roy is not allowed on the couch so he puts his front 2 paws up there because I don’t have the heart to tell him that still counts. Then he lays his lead on the belly. Yep. He thinks the belly is his personal pillow.
I snapped a shot with my laptop (no camera yet) this morning for proof. I also snapped proof that his back paws were still on the ground so that I wouldn’t be in the doghouse with Sam.
My “get out of jail” Card:
