...a furry, cuddly little ball of Prozac...And she's very thankful to have him. Isn't that a great description of the effect our dogs have on us dog lovers?
Speaking of which...
I've been sleeping on our couch for the past couple of weeks, since Debbie injured her knee – I'm scared that I'll accidentally cause her some bad pain by moving that knee during the night. I have a bed roll I lay out there, in the same room with our four dogs. The dogs think this is the greatest thing since sliced bread. They love to curl up between my legs, along side me, or plopped right on my chest. Any way they can be close is just fine with them, no matter how uncomfortable it looks to us.
Last night around 1 am I woke up, startled by some unexpected movement along my side. One of our dogs (Race, the border collie) had somehow figured out how to get under the covers, and had joyfully snuggled in alongside me. The moment I cracked my eyes open he started licking my face – great, big, sloppy dog kisses – and whimpering with happiness. “Happy Thanksgiving!”, he seemed to be saying.
I can't imagine being without our dogs...
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