The lean

The older Bella gets, the more she leans. If I stop for a minute anywhere near where she’s standing, she’ll come and lean on the front of my legs or the back. I love it.

I love the weight of her fuzzy warm body leaning against me, even if some days it’s so strong I need to anchor to something more stable so we don’t tip over. Of course, if her tail didn’t wag quite so enthusiastically, we may be a little less inclined to fall!

The lean

It’s the lean of love.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Awwww. I love the lean of love!

  2. It’s funny how the little things our dogs do can become so meaningful to us!

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