Cuddlin'

Because my mommy and daddy feel they can trust me a little bit more, I am getting to do some things that I have not been able to do before -- like get on my mommy and daddy's bed. Little boys do not get to do that. Big boys do. I am a big boy.

Mommy and Daddy have a big, soft, warm bed. I like to jump up there so I can lick my mommy's face. I also like to lay my head on Daddy's chest and watch him sleep. I like being close to my parents. I love them. They love me.

Mommy likes that I want to cuddle. She says that is one of those "black labrador things." Baby Royko was a cuddler, too. She liked that. I get pets and loves when I lay down next to her and give her kisses. It is fun. I feel safe when I am there with her.

Sometimes, I really want to snuggle. A few nights ago, I was lying in my crate next to the bed, thinking about how much I love my family. I said to myself, "I should go tell them." I pushed the door, and I saw that Daddy did not shut it all the way. (He was sleepy. We stay up late playing boy games.) I pushed again, and again. Guess what. It opened up. Woo hoo!

I got very excited. I jumped on the bed, leaped over Daddy, and sat on my mommy's head. That way, I would be really close and I could give her a BIG old smooch. She squeaked. I think she was surprised. But then she laughed. She likes puppy smooches, even at 4:11 in the morning.