I look down, and oh yeah, the dog is on my lap again. It's almost automatic. My legs crossed to form a "cup", left arm resting on leg to form a "pillow" for the dog's head. He's such a spoiled lump, a chihuahua that can't stand to see an empty lap. I'd always been a fan of larger dogs, but smaller dogs have their charms, they're a lot easier on food too. A big dog can roar through a forty pound bag of food. The thirty pound bag carries a small dog a lot longer.