Am reminded of this snippet often:
Brinkley is my dog. He loves the streets of
as much as I do although he likes to eat bits of pizza and bagel off the sidewalk, and I prefer to buy them. Brinkley is a great catcher, was offered a tryout on the Mets farm team…but he chose to stay with me, so that he could spend 18 hours a day sleeping on a large green pillow the size of an inner tube. New York
Why am I reminded, you ask? Because I get 18 daily hours of this...
(Except when no one's home. That's when he gets on the couch. And sheds his entire coat.)