Lap Dog?

We're wondering when would be a good time to explain to Molly that Labrador retrievers are not meant to be lap dogs. 

Perhaps that window of opportunity has long since been slammed shut, come to think of it.

This all started when Molly was a cute, fuzzy, cuddly 8-week-old puppy. Ken would set her in his lap each evening, and the two would watch t.v. together. Molly, at eight weeks, fit Ken's lap perfectly, with no overhang.

Nature took its course, however, and Molly changed from a lap-sized puppy to a full-grown, 75-pound dog. A needy dog. An affectionate dog. A dog full of assumptions. A dog who likes to call the shots.

And Ken, if the truth be told, is obviously as reluctant as Molly to give up their nightly ritual. So it continues. Each evening 75-pound dog climbs into Ken's lap, overhanging the lap in various places. Molly settles down to sleep; Ken settles into a t.v. show, and both are contented. And that's that.