Abby loves her comfort, particularly in winter... food, a warm fire and before long she looks like this:
Belly up with a contented smile on her face; she doesn't care that she looks remarkably like a plucked chicken, nor should she.
She, Buddha and Geraldo are curled up in their crates, cuddled up in or on their blankets. Lily isn't crated when we're sleeping since she is
remarka fairly well-behaved and her big bark discourages unwelcome visitors. All visitors are unwelcome when we're trying to sleep. She and I have a certain routine this time of day: After I publish this post (or any other, actually) I sit on my stool in front of the fire and Lily sidles up beside me. She waits, more or less patiently, until I begin stroking her curly 'doodle head, sighs, lays her head on my knee, then slowly subsides to the floor.
It is a peaceful, contented moment for the both of us which melts me every time. May your weekend be as filled with contentment. Until Monday night, be well... The Cranky.
A longtime favourite: