Sick Day
Brad was not felling well yesterday. He decided to lay on the couch. Then Molly, being the great dog that she is, went to "check" on him. I was in the bedroom picking up some things and when I came out I found this. . .

Can you belive it a 6'4" man giving a third of his couch to the dog? Especially when he is sick and she has her own bed not more than 3 feet away. Not to mention that Molly is not supposed to be on the couch. I couldn't wake the two of them, it was just too cute.
No worries. . . Brad is feeling better. The Navy Doc gave him some cough medication so at least he can get some sleep.