As I lay on the couch to write, I find myself buried alive. I’m not buried alive in work, stress or housework. Okay, well I am but that’s not what I’m referring to.
Right now, I’m buried alive in dogs. That’s right, dogs.
Bella and Maggie are determined to absorb all of my stress through the process of osmosis.
Maggies laying across my legs and Bella is laying across my waist. They’re sorta like a 125 lbs of weighted blanket.
I can understand why Lizze and the boys find comfort in this.