Our Type of Dog

But there is a problem. I woke up yesterday morning, thinking back fondly on those moments when Barbara would perch on my chest in her hen pose. With sleepy eyelids and her “hands” folded politely in front of her, I’d feel her every breath as I gently stroked the crevice above her nose and in between her eyes. In my experience, animals find this area soothing just as much as us humans do. “I think…