Puppy and I had a bonding night last night.
Well, really I played Harry Potter on the Wii while Hans chewed on stuffed animals or napped on the couch. But Lacey wasn't home, so I was officially puppysitting. He slept in my bed, which turns out to be the sweetest thing of all.
I was worried at first, because as I was settling into the bed, Hans decided that the awesomest thing to do is run in really fast circles around the papasan chair in the middle of my room. Round and round and roundandround and roundandroundandround . . . "Oh dear," I thought. "I shall never get to sleep." But when I turned off the light, he jumped onto the bed. He curled up by my chest, sleepily licked my arm for a minute, then snuggled his face into my neck. If my alarm hadn't gone off this morning, we could have been quite comfortable for much longer. He's a good bedfellow.