It's 5:30am, and I'm just sitting here at the computer, having my first cup of coffee, and listening to my pug snore. What a comforting sound to me today.
My dogs readily get up at 6:15 during the week and a little later on weekends, but at 10:00 p.m. Jake's at the slider ready to do his business and go to bed. Jake is a snorer in such a way that I think he's channeling Toby, the bloodhound we used to have (and still miss horribly). I find comfort in knowing that he is with us just in another form.