A friend of my mom's asked if I was losing my hearing over time... you know older gentlemen often do.
I'd say, no.
Let me explain... it was a dark and stormy night
The thunder and lightening started after we all went to bed last week...
Here is my little bed, next to where the "big dog" sleeps, so I can keep an eye on him and the door. And if I happen to fall off the bed it's not a big drop.
On this night the big dog was snoring and the medium dog just turned out her light, then the sky opened up. Well, one of my jobs is to alert them to loud noises, so I got up and stood by the big bed.
Just to make sure they were aware, you know. Not that I was scared or anything.
Momma said, bring him up between us.
Now I'm a poodle who normally likes his own space but they seemed scared so I thought I would throw them a bone so to speak, and comfort them here in the big bed.
I knew she needed that reassurance so she could sleep.
Dad squeezed in the other side, and could have been chilly as I took up all the slack in the quilt. They would be fine, I mean after all I was there to protect them, up close and personal-like.
It was all good, everyone went back to sleep, then I had some dreams that required running. I like those but my peeps seem to get annoyed. Dad got up again. Then when he couldn't get back to sleep he read a book. Fine, now HE's on watch so I really relaxed.
Do you all ever sleep with your peeps? Don't you hate thunder? Don't even get me started on the eeejits in our 'hood who shoot off fireworks til midnight! Grrrrrrr
Cole standing in for momma
Pix of historic Annapolis tomorrow, complete with poodle