July 13, 2012
I'm on the keyboard playing "The Rainbow Connection". Shana is three feet away, lolling on her back, little round front paws curled under her fuzzy black chin, green eyes reduced to sleepy slits, and the slow rise and fall of her meatloaf chest and slight twitch of a back leg indicate she's been lulled into a gentle snooze. It's so heart-meltingly cute I could just scream. But of course I won't. I tiptoe back to my desk a few feet away, to my other keyboard, the one that makes words not music, hoping the clack doesn't disturb her sleeping beauty.