White Dog was very vocal about the idea of a lazy Sunday. She grunted and whined and sighed as she burrowed alongside of Steve and I lounging in bed later than usual. She playfully pushed Steve and mummered as she attempted to interrupt his reading. She barked and challenged as she waited tail in the air nose on the ground for Steve to toss Curly for her to fetch. But my favorite lazy Sunday noise? White Dog's gentle dreaming grunts as she slept with her head on my shoulder while Steve was at yoga class. My baby sounded so secure and contented that I could not help but feel good.