My brother's Weimeraner (I'm too tired to look up spelling) likes to come and tuck his head, nose down, basically in your crotch. That took some getting used to.

amyth, so many vibes for your brother, and for you, plus more beer! And Tom Hardy, if it helps.

My friend calls it "the greyhound lean", maybe it's more widespread than I thought, breedwise. It's sweet, in any case.

Oh yeah! It's totally greyhounds I know it from. Good one.

I feel bad for not liking dogs more, I basically like them as much as other animals (which some would say is above and beyond,) but my heart belongs to cats. But they seem to require so much energy and attention, it seems exhausting (yes, I am laughing at myself, what with my schedule dictated by MK's shot schedule and the cleaning of fur and litter and the bitey needy blind clawing Loki....)

So will someone remind me when Luther is going to be on BBCA in October? And also remind me to check if I get BBCA? Ta.

I don't normally freak about seeing medium-sized spiders in my bedroom but earlier this week someone who lives close to me posted a pic of a black widow she found at her house. Shit, it went behind the hutch and I can't tell what kind of spider it is!

BTW, the sauvignon blanc tastes better after being chilled than it did fresh out of the not temperature controlled shed.

meara, I hope folks show up! I sympathize. I've always had problems with getting stood up for my bday. I'm currently looking at the Facebook invite and fretting. It doesn't help that I hardly know anyone in LA anymore.

When Kelly was 3 or 4 some friends had a Goldrush Retriever (think golden with more muscle) named Friday. I will forever remember the afternoon he decided to lean against Kelly and pin her to the wall of the house. Wish we had recorded it. I'd show it every Christmas.

I had a cat who leaned.