Thinking of different ways and better days

Here is Beemer doing what he does most of the day.  He has his blanket and the sun coming through the window. That is about all he wants.  He eats.  He likes getting his hips rubbed or this head petted, but only when he is in the mood.  He walks slow and barks less. 

I do often wonder what is going on in his mind.  Is remembering chasing squirrels in the back yard?  Can he still  think about the days when his bark terrified dog owners throughout the lofts?  Or the times he played with other pups at the  dog park?  I sure hope so.