Tired

After a couple of very busy days of meeting relatives and barking at everyone and everything this weekend, Tiny Dog was exhausted.  In the evening, after shrilly warning passers-by that they were interfering with her personal airspace surrounding the house, she suddenly dove off of the back of the couch and wedged herself between the cushion and Herself. She sighed once and then promptly fell asleep.

Imagine the comfort of tucking oneself into a warm spot next to one's Safe Person for a much-needed nap.

It's a Good Life for a Tiny Dog.  Or for anyone, really.