Surplice

Surplice the basset hound lived in our house. Not really by our choice, but because the fences wouldn't hold her. She adapted well to house-life. Cuddling came easily. She was a natural-born cuddletress, using all her wiles to achieve the most comfiest of naps. She starts out quite docile, curled at your feet, but soon stretches out along your calf, beginning her ascent to your head. Worming her way up your side and onto your chest, you are now helpless - her spotted white fur soon will be smothering your face. And so until she decides otherwise, you are hers.