I have an evening ritual with my dogs that I know drives them batty, but I just can’t stop myself from doing it. It begins when I pass by their bed and see this:

Snuggly, sleepy canine goodness! They must be kissed!

I sit down on the floor next to their bed and call them my sleeping princes. Then I cradle their heavy heads in my hand and kiss them. Yes, j’embrasse mon chein sur la bouche! And on the top of the head, and on the cheeks, and under the chin too.

They tolerate my mushiness, and then head back to chasing dreamland rabbits.

Let sleeping dogs lie? Wish I could, but there’s nothing like snuggling with a tired, rag doll dog!