This morning I opened my eyes and looked to the end of the bed where I felt Coops ensconced in her usual place at my feet. This is what I saw:
This made me laugh out loud, which was much better than what had happened during the night when I woke up with a scream on my lips, feeling something repeatedly brushing my face, yanking me from a deep, dream-filled sleep. It seems that it was Sophie’s tail…she was wagging her tail in her sleep. Must have been a good dream, but it almost gave me a coronary.
Sleeping with dogs is always an adventure, and rarely dull. Our two are fairly good about sharing the queen-sized bed with us, and we’re fairly good about sleeping with their snorts, sighs, midnight scratching and grooming during allergy season, boisterous announcements of fireworks displays, nocturnal-creature-outside! alarms, bed hogging, and the ever popular gaseous emissions. Totally worth it to my way of thinking.