my little dumpling

This afternoon as I laid out my t-shirt quilt blocks to figure out a final arrangement, Max came over and wouldn't move, so I merely plopped it onto him. He stood up with the block still draped over him, then laid down again and waited patiently for me to remove it. What a sweet little thing, not tearing it off and complaining. Although I suspect these dogs love the feeling of jersey - there has been many a time we have found them nesting on a pile of t-shirts on the floor, happy as clams. How great it must be to be a dog.