White Dog had a puppyhood flashback this morning when I wrapped my cold-ravaged body in the quilt. Steve's mom made the quilt long ago and during the colder seasons I use it as a lap robe. When tiny little White Dog joined our family last February she would make a nest in the blanket pooled around my feet and sleep securely cradled by my legs and the chair.
This memory returned to White Dog as she rushed over this morning to instinctively arrange the blanket. Alas, she is now too big to curl up between my feet.
Ever the innovator, White Dog crawled under a corner of the quilt and napped with her rump firmly planted on my right foot. You can turn back time...sort of!
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