I spent the late afternoon yesterday hanging out with my sister and watching Gilmore Girls in her basement. Sara and my brother-in-law have a HUGE (111-lb) Golden named Nuschler and he and I have an interesting relationship. I try to stay out of his way and he tries to lick all of the salt off of my hands (and feet if he can get to them).
Yesterday, he met me at my car in the driveway and escorted me across the yard. Usually he tries to get inside the house, but he decided to stay outside and enjoy the nice weather.
Well, Punky (brother-in-law) arrived home and started playing with Nuschler around the house. At one point, he lifted (or should I say "tried to lift") Nusch onto my lap. He's not a lap dog and I mainly just got a pile o' Nuschler.
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