Lap Dog

Annabelle is really too big to be a lap dog. But somehow she decided that with me she was a lap dog. This isn’t the first time she’s climbed into my lap while we are hanging out at our friends Stu and Judy’s house. She is a sweet dog. I did encourage her to go down after Judy took this photo.

I started going through Dad’s boxes this afternoon. They’ve been sitting in the laundry room since Steve brought them over in September. I found some nifty stuff including this photo of Dad’s Nobel Prize.