I wish I could let my sleeping dog lie but this girl could
win the Olympic gold medal for
sleeping if there was such an event. Pepper has her own
special bed that’s super comfortable and toasty
warm. Unfortunately it’s my bed. Some time ago, during a
storm that knocked out power to the house for days and the inside temperature
dropped below freezing, she was granted access to the bed because she was
shivering like an epileptic. And kind of like the table scraps thing discussed
earlier, she took this exceptional treat as her divine right. So every night
she settles down in what is the most uncomfortable position for me. Having a
70lb dog draped across your ankles can be quite painful let me tell you. The
usual compromise we reach is that I curl up in a fetal position and she stays
as is. Now,not only does this sleeping dog lie, she lies very unquietly. Many
nights I have been woken by her imitation of a howling wolf as she dream chases
some creature across the landscapes of her mind. Or if its not a muffled howl I’m
wakened by a strange chuffing noise as
she dream barks at imaginary squirrels and delivery men. When I get up in the morning its very early. I get up around 5 and these
days that’s still before dawn. I get up shower and dress and do this and that and come to
take her out around 6. Trying to get her up and in her harness is always like trying to
raise the Titanic. It often turns into a wrestling match and an undignified one
at that. And when we come back me with my cheeks all aglow from the briskness of the morning air
and Pepper with an empty bladder and bowels what does she do? Goes straight to sleep.
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