Whenever one or both of us are working in the kitchen, she stretches out on the floor. She isn’t waiting for scraps, she’s just hanging out, providing a helpful tripping hazard.
Whenever one or both of us are working in the kitchen, she stretches out on the floor. She isn’t waiting for scraps, she’s just hanging out, providing a helpful tripping hazard.
My childhood dog Zeus did something similar:
He would be on whichever story of the house that the people were. When there was two or more people on BOTH stories, he’d just lie on the middle step of the stairs waiting for us all to eventually come to him 😄🥹