Lapdog

Such a rare event that it needed to be blipped for posterity: Bailey voluntarily put his head on my lap this morning as I was having my breakfast. He was left to his own devices once we had had a very quick walk around the little block and I headed into work. It was another day of being able to get things sorted, including a filing cabinet and my inbox. A weekly supermarket trip on the way home was fairly civilised and I got a good greeting from the lapdog when I got home.