This is gettin to be a habit.
I get still and zonk out.
After about 2 hours of zonk on the couch, I decide it's time for bed.
I get in the bed and almost immediately zonk out again.
Midnight rolls around and the dogs have to switch places. Jack goes under the covers, Harlie comes out. Scrappers stays put.
Now, I can NOT sleep bunched up like a wadded up paper towel goin in the trash.
I have got, GOT, to have leg room. These dogs like to sleep close, so trying to move them all about with my feet becomes a chore.
Harlie decided she was sleeping ACROSS the end of the bed, and even on a queen size bed that's a purty good chunk of my bed.
Jack wants to sleep snuggled beside me but touching Harlie.
Scrappy is next to me on the other side.
WHERE DO MY FEET GO??!!!
So I begin the chore of moving dogs so I can stretch out.
In the process, I think Baxter is in the bed too. I feel a fuzzy round head.
Wow. Bax is here.
HOW did Bax get here?
I din't put him up here. He cain't get up here without me puttin him up here.
WHAT IS THAT THING IN MY BED???
I immediately wake all dogs as I scramble across the bed for the light on that side of the bed and begin to ever gingerly, so as not to waken the thing in my bed, pull up the covers to see WHAT is in my bed this time!
PLEEEEEaSE do not let it be another dead animal!
Turns out it is this:
only in purple. . .
Jack had brought it with him when he went to bed last nite and I din't notice. I din't stay under the coers either. It went out! Across the room. .
To scare me when I get up in the dark and step on it, I guess. . .
Happy day! Hugs!