The Morning Nose
Once I sit down Holly gets her Kong, shimmies around under the desk and c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y pushes it onto my lap and then waits with her nose on my knees. Sometimes she waits a few minutes like that if I'm in the middle of typing. Can't stop and let that train of thought derail, you know. Then I get up and -oh joy! - stick a diet cookie down into the small end so she has to work to get it out. She gets sooo happy over a 2 calorie styrofoam-peanut-like doggie treat.