Ready for sleep, I see my bed is already full where one dog sometimes two, and three cats sleep. With a sickly sweet tone I say, "Move over." Waiting a second for any sign of movement, I decide to turn down the covers and slide into bed anyway. Inch by inch I push my way with my legs into my own bed. I am teetering between the bed and the floor. "Impossible," I yell into the air and more gruffly order, "Move!" Nothing. I slip my hands under Rex's body and with all my strength I roll him over so I can get just a little room to sleep on my side in MY bed. Once I am fully on the bed, I realize that my 50 pound dog is on the top of the blankets and I can't cover to get cozy. Finally, I order him off the bed and quickly pull up the covers, my movements quick and jerky because I fear that I won't be settled before he hops into bed again. This always ends with a chuckle.
The funny thing is this scenario plays much the same most nights, but it takes me by surprise each time it happens. A curious thing!
1 comment:
I don't have any pets now, but remember well a sweet dalmatian that would actually lie sideways & push me so she could have more room. Funny moments, but not when you're trying to get cozy yourself. Have a good day, Barbara!
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