Two afternoons in the past week, I found myself relaxing on the couch in our living room, either reading or trying to catch a late afternoon snooze.
Both times, I was awoken or interrupted by a faint scratching at our back door. I heard a small tap on the sliding glass, and noticed that there was a little friend outside trying to make his presence known. The first day, I stood up and addressed him, telling him that he couldn't come inside no matter how cozy our home looked. I shut the door, drew the blinds, and angrily resumed my nap.
But he's a persistent little bugger. I heard him also yesterday and he once again wished to come in and snuggle up with me on the couch. I said, "Listen, you. I said no. It's not gonna happen. It's not in the cards for you." I tapped the glass to try and shoo him away. He was stubborn though, and sat perched outside the door staring in.
Since he was posing ever so delicately, I took some photos. Would you like to meet him?
I now refer to him as our puppy.