Nougat
So the “45 mph couch potato” woke up for his third morning today. While I was doing my morning chants, it took a mixture of persuasion and trial-and-error (particularly the error) before he accepted that sitting on my lap was just not going to work, and that he would have to settle next to me. At a good metre long with his tail tucked in, he just wasn’t going to fit:
I take this as a good sign.

Hi, Alex-
Having a peek in at your blog(s), and enjoying my stay here.
I’ve had similar experiences…though with a daughter, not a dog. Perhaps easier to convince a dog, than a child, that one’s lap, during one’s morning recitations, is not a suitable place to park?
Is Nougat a greyhound?