Every night he jumps up into bed while the hubby reads and then dutifully hops down when the book closes and the light turns off. He reappears around 6:30 am (oh how I hate mornings!) when the hubby gets up for work and it's just me in piles of sheets and comforters.
Now, if you have ever had a dog, of ANY size, you know that they take up three times their actual size on a bed at any given time! You could have a chihuahua and feel like you have a bull dog kicking you in the back as they dream.
I'm not quite sure how this transformation occurs but at night Percy is a loaf of bread, rolled up, round, and half his size. But come the morning, I end up hugging the wall, sideways in bed, or with a handful of covers and a frozen tush because now there is a horse in the bed!
The funny thing is...I love it.
These cuddle puddle times with my pup, husband and a quiet time of the day (or night) are my favorites. It seems like they quiet my soul, and allow me to be restful (which is no small task). I can just lie still and listen to dog snores and the sounds of my own breathing.
If only I could bottle that restfulness... Nothing cures the doldrums like feeling loved, and puppy cuddles or kisses are just the thing!
Nature girl
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