00.52.02 - Mark
I swear I've got one of the lazyiest dogs on Earth. Most days I'll catch her sunbathing her way across the living room floor, when she isn't curled up on one of her pillows. She only really moves if she hears anyone stumbling around in the kitchen.
Just now I found her sprawled out on the basement futon watching Van Helsing on TV. I know that my dad probably forgot to turn it off when he went upstairs about half an hour ago, but now that I've turned it off she got off the fouton, laid down on the floor and is now staring at a wall, almost sulking. Maybe I should have let her finish it.