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!

It’s the lean of love.