Middle of the night I’m up thanks to bf leaving his computer on (very weird to hear strange voices in the middle of the night - he’d left his chat program open). Was flopped on the couch watching tv. Zeeke comes over and flops down next to me, and I coo what a pretty boy he is.

Next thing I know he’s climbing on the couch with me and I just didn’t have the heart to tell him to get down. He just wanted a soft place to sleep. Besides, it tickles me pink to have his big head on my lap while he sleeps. Sooo cute, especially with his ears at half-mast and a sleepy look in his eyes. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get comfortable and ended up headed off to one of his normal places to sleep (half the time he sleeps in his crate at night, even though we never close the door).

He’s been a good boy lately (except a brief period this evening when he tried to eat everything in sight). But shhh, don’t tell him I said that.