In my family, after a particularly good meal, there is an almost overwhelming desire to be lazy. To just sit and veg or even take a nap (think Sunday dinner, Thanksgiving etc...). We have traditionally called this being a "fat dog".In Andy's family, they don't even get up. Just sort of ooze (from their current state of sitting at the table) from their chairs onto the kitchen carpet where they then lay willy nilly until someone steps on them.
Griffith seems to follow the best of both. After a great feeding, he eases back into his rocker, hikes his little shirt up to maximize the extension of his stomach, and zonks out. Wouldn't life seem a little better if we could only just sleep and rock and be satisfied with who we are and what is hanging out?
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