So Bosley is having a particularly needy day. I tried working on the couch but he wouldn't stop climbing onto my lap--all 150 pounds of him. I moved to my desk and so did he. He crammed his massive body under my legs and the desk. After being accidentally kicked in the ribs twice, he finally moved to my right side. He's now resting his head on my thigh and being severely mouthy and snippy.
I'm now typing with my left hand and petting with the right. Yeah. That's quite a feat for me. I'm not very coordinated.
I think it's time to pack it in for the night. Dave would be sending out "Can I interest you in a slightly used dog?" texts right about now. Sigh. The things I do for this dog...
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