Puppy love

When I finish a meal, I may read a paper, dip into the internet on my ipod, have a beer, or, more likely, try to ignore the world and retire to a sumptuous imaginary wonderland where my every whim is catered for and the scent of hound is a dim and distant memory.

When Lil finishes her meal, she likes to bully the occupant of the sofa, here the boy, to kick up their legs to rest her chin on. These two love each other, and their love for each other at least mostly keeps them out of trouble. A minute after I took this the room was reverberating to a rumbling snore not at all in keeping with her delicate feminine nature.

The tense look on her face? Boy trying to work her like a Pez? No. Right as I took this she burped.

Blip challenge, I give you belching hound.