Two of Lola's favorite (non-people) things:
warm laundry and sunbeams.
When I'm carrying the laundry basket
she will race me to the bedroom and jump on the bed in anticipation
of freshly laundered, warm clothes to snuggle in.
I always pretend to be irritated,
but who doesn't love warm clothes from the dryer?
And the only sunbeams that come into our house in the afternoon
happen to fall right across our bed. Conveniently.
Spoiled rotten.
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