One of the dogs that I walk daily slept over at my house last weekend. She's a six-month-old Golden Retriever named Molly. She is the most mellow puppy that I know. Unless there's another dog present that she could potentially make friends with. Or she's playing tug-of-war. Or you have food in your hand.
Wishing you a mellow Molly sort of weekend. I'll be back early next week with pictures of the mountains.