On most nights Wally sleeps on the floor, taking advantage of my giant sheepskin rug. Every morning when my alarm goes off he jumps on the bed and sleepily burrows his head under my chin. In an effort to get more comfortable he determinedly nudges his way under my arm and rolls on his back, flopping his legs in the air. It’s not until he twists his head around so his neck is laying across mine that he finally lets out a big sigh of contentment. Of course I have to hit the snooze button, how can I disturb such adorableness?
What I Love About Wally #2: His morning routine