The snores continue

Petunia is sacked out. She snores gently the couch, her front paws curled back under her forearms. The weather turned unexpectedly nice this afternoon, and we made it out into the neighborhood and the nearby park. There Petunia snuffled, shuffled, waddled pulled and otherwise tried to get her own way. And luxuriated in the attention from complete strangers. Her stump of a tail quivers, slowly, as kids and adults fawn over her, indicating her bliss. If she would only restrain herself from rearing up and knocking over little ones, as she is wont to do in her excitement, all would be well. But now she rests from her exertions, soon to start her dog dreams.