I've lost count of the number of times I've nearly broken a leg in the kitchen because I turned around and discovered a golden retriever quietly blended into the tiles behind me.
The funny thing is that Lana doesn't seem particularly concerned about where we're going. She just wants to know where I am. And once I've finally stopped wandering between rooms and settled on the couch, she lets out a long sigh and curls up beside me as if to say: "Right. There you are. We can relax now."
If any of the following sound familiar, congratulations — you have a velcro dog too.


