Naptime Disappointments
Whilst dozing on the comfy spot yesterday afternoon it occurred to me just how good my life is. My two-legs has given me a bounty of places to curl up and nap or spend hours licking my salt and pepper hair. It was not too long ago that I did not even have a place to rest my weary bones. Those were dark days…
So as big-little-bro and I chased the BIRDS in our sleep, something dark and forboding drifted in the back of my mind. Something I was forgetting. Something I should have know by now. Something that was going to hurt.
Hark! A jingling at the door! My two-legs is home. Must greet him. What? What couch? Oh, the comfy place? But, it is where I sleep when you are away. It is sooooo soft and nice. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
And now its time to hide under the little table. That is what I was trying to remember, sleeping in the comfy place gets me smacks on the butt. Sigh.
The spot is his. For now. I suppose I can find comfort on the other couch, or the big comfy chair, or the giant circle pup chair, or my bed, or his bed, or little-big-bro’s bed, or the cozy corner. Hmmm, decisions decisions.