I'm working in bed. Light's on. Pups are sleeping.
Then Gaby lifts her head and stares first at me, then at the light. Then she stands up and turns around until her back is facing the lamp. Then she lies down again.
The late Mickster staked a claim to my office. If I tried to work past 9 or 10 in the evening, I would sense a pair of eyes boring through the back of my head. Sometimes, grumbling would ensue.
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Date: 2011-06-28 02:37 am (UTC)