The Lovesac is where it's at, folks.
In many, many, many ways.
Ryker goes through stages in order to fall asleep, we realized this within a few days of him arriving. Fortunately we are real hard-noses and never give in to cuddling or affection, as you will see.
First he has to get comfortable. Trust me, he tests just about every position until he settles into the one where his cold, wet nose is pressed against your neck.
Then he cuts off your windpipe in order to ensure you won't change positions and wake him up
And finally sneaks around back in order to hide from the light, should it be on.
Then he gives up and starts all over again. True story. Actually, this is Husband trying to wake Ryker up for potty time. He was having none of it. Stubborn little mongrel he is, but we always win.
Lastly, but most importantly,
not cuddling with his gristly, made-of-tougher-stuff-than-this mother that is secretly obsessed with him.
But seriously, as soon as I saw this picture I said, 'Whose dog is this?' Doesn't he look ginormous in his cute little lurpy stage? He's all legs and paws. We've had him three weeks and he's nearly doubled his weight. For the record, I was never told that they grow up.
Ok, at least not this fast.
