Pick me up! Pick me up! MOM. Pick. Me. Up.
One of Gatsby’s “quirks” (read: bad habit that I am guilty of indulging) is that every time I come back from work or from being gone for a couple of hours, he jumps on me and basically demand that I pick him up so he can proceed to bombard my face with kisses. He literally will not stop spazzing until I pick him up. Also, it’s getting to be quite the physical ordeal as he’s really heavy. I feel like I have to do some sort of warm up before I come in to the house.
Can you come visit my house? Especially after a long day at work. Kthxbai
Pudge immediately goes down into a belly roll. We have to go down to him for kisses and affection.
Cuuute!
Zebraa
Corgi loove
