State of Dog: 134

The week at Hillcrest Paws Only ends with me collapsing into the bean bag chair in total happy bliss ready to snore away the evening.

I heard Julie approach, lean down, and run her warm hands along my back and belly. I faked that I was sleeping so she would continue giving me gentle rubs, sing to me a little (she is horribly off key and kinda squeaky), and whisper in my ear that she loves me.

The perfect end to a week of leaping and tumbling with my friends.

Julie loves me, this I know.