Maggie, however, isn't thrilled. She had curled up in my comfy writing chair, all snug and warm, for an after-breakfast snooze when I insisted she move so that I could get to my laptop. This is the sad, accusing look I got as I took her place.
It's a dog's life, says Maggie.
PS: The really neat gourd rattle on the bottom shelf with the crow and the ladder was made by my friend Ruth -- who got me started on the whole gourd thing.