Last night, I pulled Precious Pup into my lap to comb out his muzzle. Since switching him to wet food, he's become more prone to getting bits stuck in his beard. Normally, he shakes and tries to run away whenever I comb him, no matter how gentle I am. But last night? He sat there patiently, staring up at me with his big, soft eyes.
When I put the comb down, he didn't run off or expect a treat. He just kind of melted into me. His body was pressed against my belly; his head rested on my breast. He just kept looking at me and doing his sleepy blink-blink thing. I could feel his heart beating against my belly and I couldn't stop smiling.
I'd like to think that he was saying hi to the tiny human(s) growing inside of me.
I'm probably making more out of this than there actually is, but PP is definitely different around me when I'm pregnant. He does a lot more lap-sitting, a lot more cuddling. Two days ago I was lying on the couch and he draped himself across me, his head nestling just under my chin.
I love it when he's like this. And I love to think that maybe he'll stick around long enough for Mr. Hope's and my tiny human(s) to have memories of him, too.