Waking up with my Pit Bull

I awoke this morning to the smell of Fritos.  You know, dog feet.

Right next to my face were two back paws, hind legs resting in the crook of my arm.  That deep Pit chest was pressed against my side, and I felt a front leg draped across my knee.  Her anvil-like, velvet head was resting against my shin, and I could hear her faintly snoring.

Good, lovely, morning 🙂

Cheers,
Kelly