Bud has a sweet spot, we have discovered. He loves to have his nose rubbed, just above the snout, it turns him into a purring thing, he simply goes limp. Last night, Maria was rubbing his nose with her finger, it looked as if he would melt into the couch.

Bud has a good life, he spends hours playing with Fate, chasing sheep and birds and geese in the pasture,  eating revolting things, sniffing in the woods, in various laps getting rubbed and scratched, and dozing on various couches and chairs.

I think the nose rub hypnotizes him, puts him into a sweet trance.