Poor Daisy. As I sit here, surfing the 'net, I leave one hand hanging over the arm of the chair and she slides her head under it, making it easier for me to pet her. We sit like that for a while (clicking links and checking email really only takes one hand) and I notice that periodically she starts to lay down. But as soon as she realizes that this will take her out of the reach of my hand, she comes back up. She's done this 3 times in the last 15 minutes. The "torture" for both of us comes to an end when I decide I have to blog about it and I tell her that I need both hands to type. She looks at me reproachfully and leaves. It's good that I'm leaving tomorrow, or I'd start wondering who the bitch is here.