I woke up to Bigg licking my forehead, my cheeks, my nostrils.

I got out of bed, put on a pair of jeans, and carried him downstairs. He hasn’t quite got the concept of stairs down pat just yet, so I carried him like someone would carry a three year old child– in my arms, his arms and paws wrapped around my neck. his head on my shoulder.

He’s getting really big.

So we’re out in the front yard. Me in my jeans, bed hair and no shirt (it’s a warm and muggy morning). Lewis with his nose to the ground fast at work finding just the right poop spot.

He walks us over to the side yard.

He walks us to the backyard.

He walked me into a spiderweb.

Arms flailing, I go into the “there’s a spiderweb on me” convulsion dance.

I don’t think anyone saw me.

Except for Bigg.

He thought it was the greatest thing in the world.