Fitzy has no concept of personal space. Seinfeld would consider Fitzy as a “close talker”…she’s just a tad needy. I guess she sees to it that her needs are met by sprawling over me…lying down with her front legs across my chest? Not so comfortable…for me, anyway.
She’d like to be a lap dog. Instead, she’s a lie on the floor dog….touching any body part available…foot, leg, hand….or just sprawl across my boots or shoes or flip flops. Issues? Ya think? I guess we all have our issues…in varying degrees. Fitz just wants her issues to be mine.
She loves love. She needs love. Don’t we all. I love her everyday…but I only have so much to give.