dog logic

Oh, Sam, you silly boy.

Yesterday was one of those days that provided an after-supper hour of still, quiet sunshine that just asked me to come outside. Then, the hammock got into the game and I couldn't resist that. So there I lay, starting to doze in the golden light as a bug buzzed lazily overhead. The mosquitoes even cooperated and left me alone for the most part. So nice, so peaceful. A little bit of paradise.

Then Sam, in his infinite canine logic, decided that what this person resting, lying still, one arm thrown across her eyes to shade the light, a slight smile playing across her lips as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun and the sound of the wind teasing the leaves, needed was a HUGE SLOPPY KISS.

Several, in fact.

I got up after sputtering for a while. It had been nice while it lasted.