What you cannot see in this picture is my niece sleeping on the couch. Five minutes before the picture was taken, Cheyenne discovered her "wooby" in a still-packed box upstairs. I think it's fair to say that between my niece being here and the found wooby, she's one happy dog.
* Postscript: "Wooby" = Cheyenne's baby, her toy, her blankie, her precious angel baby thing. In her case, it's a $2.99 pillow from Walgreens, which I bought years ago as possible comfort following her surgery. She loved it. She sleeps with it, tosses it, chews it, flips it, ignores it and then happily discovers it again.