It's X-factor and Strictly Come Dancing night and, as I'm not a fan of either show, I shall be reading blogs with an upside down border collie on my lap.
Well, I say "on my lap", but he's actually a little too big to be restricted to such a small area of his "daddy".
On top of him (animal welfare people should take this with a pinch of salt) rests my laptop. Typing is one-handed and therefore a little more difficult than it otherwise would be.
Stay!!!
He's a booful dog but a lousy desk!
A
cwtch, for those of you not fluent in Welsh,
means an affectionate hug and, as there is no literal English
translation, it's often taken to mean a safe place.
So, when my boy Sym wants to flop down on top of me, he drops his chin onto the sofa, looks out of the corner of his big brown eyes at his 'mum' and waits for her to say the word.
"Cwtch!"
Now this is the funny thing ...
... he wants to lie on my lap but he won't actually jump up onto me.
He jumps up beside me, allows himself to fall sideways onto my legs, then rolls straight
over into his back.
And there he will stay ... four legs pointing towards the ceiling and tail curled over to hide his bits.
Nothing will move him now until ... well, until I lose the feeling in my legs or it's time for bed.
Once settled, h
is favourite pastime is the periodical whacking his 'daddy' in the face with his paw.
It's his way of keeping my attention and guaranteeing that one hand continues to tickle his tum.
We've actually been sitting here for over two hours and, truth be told, my legs are numb and I'm pretty much all done with reading blogs.
I know this wasn't my best post, but I thought the stuff about Sym and his cwtch's was appropriate, especially as he is still under my laptop at this moment.
Properly trained, a man can be dog's best friend.
~ Corey Ford, American writer
