I love this photo of Mac trying very hard not to make eye contact with me. In typical canine fashion he thinks that not looking at me means that he won't have to get down from the bed he has just got comfy on. Who can blame him? When you weigh 45kgs and are as skinny as a rake, getting up on a big soft bed is the closest thing to heaven. Mac plans his days around comfy bed opportunities. I love his dedication.
Kizzy on the other hand, just wants to do this:
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