doggy breath

i have a dog sleeping in my lap as i type this, and his sprawling weight is surprisingly enjoyable, even if i strongly suspect he is drooling into my jeans as he happily dozes away.

funny how absorbed one can be just observing another sleep, the tousled fur from exhausting play (thankfully, else the little devil will still be begging for attention), the little twitches, the sudden kicks, are you chasing something small and fleeting in some red savage dream from your past?

having a puppy is like having a kid. you have to give constant attention, you worry that he bites the wires, you put up with his over-enthusiastic licking, you try to teach him right from wrong.

good thing he is not mine. i am just the babysitter ^^.