When I'm driving late at night I listen to the radio to help me stay
awake. When driving up the south end of California's central valley I
listen to a great oldies station.

This evening I was singing along with the songs, while Harri was curled
up asleep on the passenger seat. Tom Jones "Delilah" came on, and I
continued singing along. My singing has never been very good, but since
my hearing has been going my singing is a lot worse. Even so, I've neard
any complaints, since I never sing in the presence of others. So I was a
little bit shocked when Harri jumped into my lap, stood up and patted me
on the lips - twice - with her paw! I laughed and stopped singing, and
Harri rewarded me by standing up really tall and grooming my beard. What
a sweetie!

Once she fixed the problem of my horrible singing she sat in her "ready
for an arm cuddle" pose. So I picked her up in my left arm and helped
her adjust herself comfortable, then she slept there for the next couple
of hours.

I used to complain about the fact that all of the trucks operated by my
employer have auto-shift transmissions. Since I've had Harri in the
truck and learned that she loves to do arm cuddles, I've come to
appreciate having that autoshifter. If I had a standard 10-speed or
12-speed transmission I wouldn't be able to drive with one arm.

Dan