Dog on my lap

I wanted to begin this blog to chronicle all that is beautiful in this world and to keep track of the things that bring me great joy - sometimes without me even recognizing that such joy is occurring. For instance, I have a little dog. She is often dirty from rolling in the yard, frequently exasperating when she stands just far enough away that you can't get a hold of her to bring her inside, frightenly jealous of her older dog brother, but she is really, really cute. And it brings me the kind of joy that I don't want to make too much of a point of when she hops on my lap when I am typing at the computer and drapes her body over my left arm and falls into a deep sleep. I don't want to make too much of a point of it because Olivia, that's her name, would be less likely to do this if she knew it was making anyone other than herself happy. I'll just keep this to myself......