With my constantly itchy back, it was all I could do not to plop down on the ground next to her and do the doggy twist. Until yesterday it hadn't rained in so, so long, making the ground hard and the grass dry and crunchy. The perfect conditions for a good, honest back scratch. Ahhhh….

The look on her face tells the story. She was in canine heaven, enjoying every minute.

All that twisting and turning takes a lot out of a dog. The morning she spent snoozing on the sofa was tough enough. All that scratching put her over her limit.

Don't you wonder what she's dreaming? What's going on behind those fuzzy, closed eyes?

I'm thinking I know: "Damn, woman! Will you give me no peace?"