All right then. You don't want to be on my back. My shoulderblades are implements of torture.

[So someone had said the other week ago; Above was rather enamored of that phrasing, and said it with a little more pleasure than was strictly necessary.]

The best way is to make the rope into a kind of sling, like for a swingset, at the base of my neck. I don't mind.

[She's already "crouching", bending her forelegs to get that neck closer to the ground.]