Dances with dogs

Here's how the morning dance usually goes: Sketch and I ger up together around five a.m. I feed him, make my morning iced coffee, take him outside. We come in and I sit at the end of the divan to read the LA Times and the Guardian on my Kindle. Sketch jumps up and cuddles in next to me. After a while Sketch decides he wants my place at the end of the divan. He jumps down and right back up, forcing himself between me and the pillow at the end of the divan. He wins and I scoot down to give him more room. He stretches out and goes to sleep, sometimes snoring, and I go back to coffee and the Kindle.