I share my life and my house with three dogs - 2 Labrador Retrievers and a Cocker Spaniel - and none of them is what you would call a "lap dog" in the usual sense of the term. But that doesn't keep them from trying to be one.
Most evenings when it's time to kick back and relax before bed-time will find the four of us pig-piled on the couch, which is just large enough to accommodate all of us if we arrange ourselves strategically, listening to Janis Joplin or the like. With the three of them jockeying to get into a position to get a belly rub or a head scratch it can take a while for everybody to find a spot but we always manage to work things out. Given the limited space available the final arrangement invariably involves some part of a dog, and sometimes all of the Cocker Spaniel, on my lap. And generally everybody is quite content with their spot (until Thor the cat who thinks he's a dog shows up and wants a spot, but we can usually fit him in, too).
Last night, though, things took a strange turn of events which surprised me although things eventually worked out. Lance, the 90 pound male lab was the first dog on the couch (I was already sitting in my spot on the end); he sat down right beside me, leaned his full weight into me and just collapsed onto my legs, which were stretched out on a chair in front of me. So there he was with most of his considerable body directly on my lap, and he seemed intent on staying there. Of course this maneuver left a huge expanse of the couch open so the other two were able to sprawl out, with room left over for the cat.
There we sat, everybody as content as could be - Lance went sound asleep having secured what he apparently thought was prime territory for the evening and the other two seemed glad to have the extra room to spread out, so life was good. Until I simultaneously finished my glass of bourbon and lost all feeling in my legs - then it was time to get up and go to bed. But it really was nice while it lasted.