This is what “downtime” looks like when you live with a Belgian Malinois named Larkin. She doesn’t cuddle—she occupies. The second I sit down, she assumes her post: head of security, emotional support tank, and part-time suffocation device. There’s no such thing as personal space when she’s on duty, just loyalty with a heartbeat and about 75 pounds of fur pressing into your chest. Some folks find peace through yoga; I get mine by trying to breathe around this four-legged bodyguard.