Anyone who has ever had the pleasure of owning dogs (or being owned by them, as Dodie Smith would say) will know they are cheery comforters when things don't look so good. In the photo above, Sanna is dozing next to 11 year-old me on my Thinking Stair - the place I hung out when I was mulling things over. Earlier this week Po cuddled up to me when I was missing my sister. And here she is, face planting the carpet late one night. (Um, Poppy, not my sister.)
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