Here’s how it goes.
The human settle into my bed. I spread out on the couch. Everyone falls asleep.
Then, I get a little lonely. A little cold. I’m ready for some contact.
I jump on the bed. The foot area works.
But then I’m kicked.
So I move up, laying up against a back or a tummy. Then someone rolls over.
I then move to where my back end is up against one human and my front end is up against another human. Double contact. It’s nice. I like to spread out. The humans are on the edge and make a secure border for me to sleep between.
Then I get a little cold and nestle up in the pillow area until one of the humans wakes up enough to let me under the blankets. Then I shift around a few times until I’m in just the right spot. It’s tricky to find just the right spot. I can’t see in there.
Then we all snuggle for a while like this.
Then the alarm happens.
And thats how it goes. Thats how we all get a restful nights sleep and are ready for a new day.
Katie is always “WORKING” on things. I don’t really know what that means because I’m a dog. But this is the spot she normally sits when she is “WORKING”.
I have gotten in a lot of trouble before for pooping and peeing here. I really try to remember not to now.
Everything is itchy. All the time. Sometimes in the night I get itchy in the middle of the night. I like to get on the bed to scratch and shake just so that I’m not alone in my misery. Normally someone wakes up to be a part of my pain.. which leads to a pill being shoved down my throat… which leads to being consoled with treat and being told I’m a good boy. So allergies are maybe ok.
Sometimes when I want to play and no one wants to play with me, I play with the ball. Alone. It’s easy to roll it for myself and run after it. Additionally Katie and Homer often stop what they are doing to “ooo” and “aww” at me. I’m pretty impressive.
I got a little worried today because Katie started pulling out a bunch of clothes. Normally this means “SUITCASE”. But there was no “SUITCASE”. She told Homer it was time to put away winter clothes. And then everyones sweaters went into a box. I was sad because I love my sweaters. I wonder if I will ever see my sweaters again.
Dad spoke the words, “I’ve never given a dog a bath.” I was struck with pure panic. It was happening. The water was running. The shampoo was out. There was no where to hide. And then it began…
But then it was over!