Dogs love traditions and rituals. Every night, when I am done writing and getting ready to go to bed, the dogs appear, they sit quietly outside my study (Zinnia is usually with me) and wait patiently.
I turn off the light, shut down the computer, collect glasses and cups and bring some think rawhide sticks out to them. As I got up last night, all three were sitting there and staring at me.
It is true they are spoiled rotten, but it is also true I ask a lot of them, and they give me an awful lot. I think this image captured this posse. And I can rarely resist them.