One of the many reasons I love them…

The other day, I came home early from work because I’d injured my back. I lay down on the bed with a heating pad under me and prepared to watch some bad TV.

My little Junebug came to the conclusion that Mommy was 1) Home and 2) In bed in the middle of the afternoon, so that must mean something was wrong. And when things are wrong, the way to fix it is with Junebug’s presence.

She hopped on the bed and settled herself on my legs with her head on my stomach (where it could easily be scratched) and didn’t even get up to bark when Larry was running about trying to protect us from the evil motorcycle.