What a privilege it is, to have both labs curl with their backs against my spine and legs
To know that for soft creatures, I am sweet safety
Even though
I am
So very warm
and need to stretch mine leg
Update:
What a privilege it is to have your arm be the resting place of one small furry face
As your leg dangles off the bed
Lifting accusatorily
As you turn like a rotisserie chicken
Only to dissolve in tender kisses
That you would prefer were not. On. Or in. The mouth.










