Day 3,984: Time Is Wild

Joy does this thing while I’m writing my journal entries for the night where she goes down onto the floor for a while, sniffs around for a while, and then comes to my side of the bed on her hind legs, ears back, and kinda of prances to ask me to lift her back up. We call is “papa elevator.” It’s…very cute. THEN she always tries to stop me from typing to lick my face—also very cute—before finally giving up and curling up in between my legs where she’ll stay while I finish this entry, read a bit o...