Friday, June 15, 2007
It’s Gone to His Head
Friday, June 15, 2007
It’s Gone to His Head
Henry sleeps in the oddest positions. I have always found that he twists and turns himself until he manages to have his head hanging down so that all the blood can rush to it. He has been this way since he was a pup and personally, I don’t see how this could be comfortable.
When you put yourself in positions like this Hank, you make your mother have to crawl around on the floor to get a cute picture of your handsome face. You know, something with a little better angle so that you don’t look completely depressed.
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Hahaha! My wee Lola does the same thing! She MUST be hanging her head…off the end of my lap, the edge of the sofa arm…more often than not, she’ll cuddle into one of her many beds, and I’ll find her stretched out of it not five minutes later - half of her body on the floor.
Puggie head rush!
Absolutely adorable - he seems to be thinking in the last picture, “Ugh, Moooomm? I’m trying to chill here. Not another picture!” Hey, at least he lets you take his picture - mine thinks the camera is a toy and won’t sit still if you paid him 20 chicken drumsticks.