Sunday Morning Dawg

This morning, we find the dog on the rattan divan, taking his leisure near Milady. He turns to regard me quizzically as the shutter snaps.



I give you the Sunday Morning Dawg.

*UPDATE* This picture was taken earlier this week, when temps were mild and we weren't sick. The latter part of this week has seen the stomach bug pass through me, Milady, elder son, and the grandkids. Since Thursday, it's been a weekend for the record books. For the record, this morning, I feel about 90%, Milady is at about 50%, Elder Son sounds like he's at 30%. I'll be at work tomorrow, but I can't vouch for anyone else.