When life is perfect for Gizmo |
How can you call this a dog's life? |
Gizmo seems to fly, front legs tucked in as he rises effortlessly from the floor.
Once on the bed, Gizmo has much to do: put his nose directly in our armpits. Snuffle and shuffle into our sides. Energetically and constantly wag his tail. And, finally, turn over on his back, all four paws flailing the air, a huge grin on his face, wiggling and wriggling, while begging for his tummy, groin, armpits, face, neck, nose to be petted and massaged. And we can never resist.
“Labradors [are] lousy watchdogs. They usually bark when there is a stranger about, but it is an expression of unmitigated joy at the chance to meet somebody new, not a warning.” ~Norman Strung
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