The Art of the Perfect Afternoon Nap

Some days I think Biscuit has life figured out better than any of us.

The Art of the Perfect Afternoon Nap

Today I found him in his favorite spot - that perfect rectangle of afternoon sun that streams through our living room window around 2 PM. He was completely dead to the world, paws twitching away at whatever golden retriever dreams are made of.

I’m pretty sure he was chasing tennis balls or maybe that squirrel from the backyard that’s been taunting him all week.

Chasing tennis balls in his dreams, probably

His little leg kicks were so sweet I almost didn’t want to disturb him with the camera clicking, but moments like this are too good not to capture.

That face when you have zero responsibilities

That face when you have literally zero responsibilities and your biggest decision of the day is which sunny spot to claim next.

Meanwhile, I’ve got three loads of laundry waiting, Theo’s permission slip that was due yesterday somewhere in my purse, and Sophie asking if she can go to another sleepover this weekend.

Living room? No. This is Biscuit’s personal spa

But watching Biscuit in his element reminds me that sometimes the most productive thing you can do is absolutely nothing at all. Maybe I should take notes from the master of relaxation here.