667: Once You Start

I actually have a friend, who when Sophie was alive, would refuse to pet her, because she knew once she started, she wasn't allowed to stop. Sophie lived for cuddles. She'd prioritize attention over going to the bathroom. When we first got her, mere weeks after Lillie Belle's passing, I was pretty determined not to get attached. Then she shimmed up the bed, so that I could rub her head, all the time giving me her winsome Sophie eyes. She spent so much time looking over her shoulder to see if someone was going to pet her that we called it her "come hither look, the one with all the chins." Labradors are rarely slim dogs.