That Girl Can Sleep

Oh, that sweet Cyprus. That girl can sleep. Like, right after a walk on one of these hot, hot days of summer: she'll walk in, maybe slurp some water, and then you can hear the crash as she falls over on her side.

And she's not interested in being disturbed while she's getting that rest.

It's not common for her to crash over on her back but she was intent on squeezing in close to me while I was doing some work by the fireside one day recently.

This is also not common but when she's tired, she's tired. Even if it was in the middle of playing fetch.

Out like a light, with the ball still nestled firmly in her jaws.