Relaxing and watching a silly movie with Scott tonight.
Bing and Kate curled up on the couch by Scott. Me on a foam pad on the floor, Lucy stretched across my lap. One hand resting on the swell of her belly and the other idly stroking her soft fur.
An almost electric shock as her belly nudges me. The strong little body of a puppy, pushing against her sides.
Fierce concentration. Try to count the bumps. Like the children story of poo poo the dragon who ate the grocers watermelons.
How many puppies Lucy? How many?