Dogs. Why do they always, ALWAYS choose exactly that moment where you're stepping over them to stand up and/or start walking D:
I've been making breakfast before walking to the diningtable every morning for about a year now (in the new house) and still Dana runs ahead of me, stopping on exactly those places I'll be walking. Brains? Nah.
But she's so cute, I forgive her forhaving cotton inside that cute head <3
Oh, the right part of the pic is mah desk; I handscanned this but was too lazy to crop it onoes.
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