Wordless personal space Wednesday

Snoozy

It’s a snoozy day for those who don’t have to go to work.

Winston is wisely having his cosy in a seperate room…

Kayfa is in my room…

Gemma is on my bed…

 

and so is…..oh, for Heavens Sake!  Comfy Milo?  (Apologies to any non-boy dog owners out there.  It’s obscene, I know.)

 Milo?  Milo?  Are you alive?

 

 

Would you jump in my grave that quick?

 Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzsnorfzzzzzz…..

Could you try not to drool on my side of the bed?

 

 You know what?

Enough with the snoozapalooza…I have to go to work and you guys have to go and guard the place.  Everybody OUT!  Don’t look at me like that, Milo.  I am not mean.

Snoozy Sunday

It’s that kind of day.  Where, for the sake of a companionable snooze, – you will scrunch your enormous body up into the tiniest of chairs, so your pal can fit in too.

 Until you inadvertently stretch and knock your pal off the chair, and then she goes snoozin’ in front of the fire, with the CAT for Pete’s sake!