I'm not even kidding.
I see him staring at something at the foot of the couch. Look down, he's staring at a little basement bug. (I have no idea what it actually is... just a little grey multi-legged bug, I see them down here every so often.) This is pretty normal for Finn. See bug, want to play with bug. Play with bug. Eventually eat bug. All is well.
But oh no. Not tonight. Tonight he decides to pull the little bug close to him with his paw, and rest his head next to it. When it walked away again, he pulled it close again, and rested his head next to it.
My dog snuggles with bugs.
I see him staring at something at the foot of the couch. Look down, he's staring at a little basement bug. (I have no idea what it actually is... just a little grey multi-legged bug, I see them down here every so often.) This is pretty normal for Finn. See bug, want to play with bug. Play with bug. Eventually eat bug. All is well.
But oh no. Not tonight. Tonight he decides to pull the little bug close to him with his paw, and rest his head next to it. When it walked away again, he pulled it close again, and rested his head next to it.
My dog snuggles with bugs.