Home is where the heart is.
It's rare that Henri snuggles. Suddenly, you find yourself with a puppy by your side, a head in your lap, a paw on your arm. When this happens, you hold your breath and hold very still. It won't last but a few minutes. He lets out a sigh as his body relaxes. His eyes close. He has found his comfort and you've found yours. Then he jumps down, usually coming back, but carrying a toy for you to try to take from him. Come on! There are important things to do!
Whether his heart is actually in my lap or not, I do know that Henri feels his best at home. On the occasion that we go somewhere else, that lap is still what feels safe to him. He is close by and if we are some place long enough, that lap is where he ends up, when he finally settles down and takes a little nap.
What about you? Do you find yourself being suffocated by the love of your four legged friend or are you counting the minutes they are by your side, knowing they will run off after a shiny object soon?
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