Elizabeth Anglin - Pet Telepath

Red Crocs and Black Lab

become one entity

streaking across the snow

I know where mine is...  sleeping smack dab in the middle of my bed, making it so there is no way on this gorgeous green earth for me to sleep ANYWHERE in my bed. 

This is the second night in a row that I've found myself jockeying for position in my own darn bed.

Last night I found my spot, still didn't have enough room to sleep comfortably, so gently pushed him over with my hind end.  He pushed back just as forcefully and a few seconds later wimpered pitifully, as if I was hurting him.

Right.  He weighs almost as much as I do.  That little shove from my tushy was probably torture for him.

RIght now I dare not wake him up.  He is dreaming, running after rabbits and barking.  Or, perhaps he is running after Bella, the new kitten, and eating her.  I wouldn't blame him for dreaming it, she is after all competition for his favorite possession, my attention.

I know what the real problem is.  Both myself and my roommate have had the flu most of the week, and our normal routine has been interrupted.  He hasn't been out on a snowshoe hike, or had the kong football thrown for him with the same enthusiasm as usual, so he's got to make up for the lack.  I have been spending most of my time either in bed or on the couch, so where is he going to get my attention.. but in bed.

Sigh.

Oh look, he just woke up... I'll coax him out of bed and .... (heh heh heh)

It's my bed... MINE...