That guy couldn't document what really happened at the Grassy Knoll, but last Sunday, I took a series of photos I'm not sure I ever thought I'd live to see. It was like capturing Nessie in the Loch.
Ok - that might be a stretch.
Petey wanted up with me on Sunday morning, and who am I to deny him? He almost made me miss yoga because he pressed into me, put it his head down and immediately started snoring. How could I disrupt that?
I know they're mine, but this is cuteness overload.
Personally, I like the first and the last pictures the most.
710 will tell you that cartoons lied to him. He assumed dogs and cats just never got along. But I know he's seen Petey with my sister's cats when he was still their dog. And her dogs and cats before that.
There was never any mauling, or worse - no anvils, oversized hammers, giant sling shots or the likes.
Normally, to the right of me is where Sophie would plant herself on a cold morning, but the spot was clearly occupied. I was hoping she's snuggle up next to Petey, but she found a place on the back of the chair behind my head.
Still it was enough to waken him so I could get to yoga.
Song by: She & Him