Meet Simi, the spoiled dog

Well, I couldn't think of anything else to blog about, and since Simi's the most spoiled dog in creation, she got the nod. She's in her favorite spot right now--lying beside my desk chair, within easy reach for random scratches and pats. Which she frequently gets.

So without further ado, admire my baby girl!
She's so stressed. I should be ashamed, subjecting this poor dog to such a harsh and stressful life. (See the edge of my desk up there in the corner? Told you it's her favorite spot.)
"I might want to go out... but then again, you might be about to pet me. Are you?"
On her first birthday, with what remains of her present--a nice, meaty, disgusting-smelling smoked bone. She didn't offer to share it with me.