the underwear drawer

let sleeping dogs lie

Last night, Joe was on call, so I let Cooper sleep in bed with me. It's cold and lonely in there, OK? Usually I don't like having the dog in the bedroom at night, not because of hygienic or discipline reasons (though she has been known to destroy a shoe or two while unsupervised), but just because she's such a restless sleeper that she keeps us up all night. This is her at night: Thump down, sigh, scratch (with great jingling of dog tags), get up, turn around, thump down again, sigh, yawn, groan, get up, turn around, pick a bale of cotton, get down, turn around, pick a bale of hay. Next thing you know, its 3am and you have to get up in three hours without ever having really fallen asleep.

Yesterday she spent the whole day playing at the dog spa, though, so she was pooped. And since I spent the whole day at the people spa, that is to say, [upstate New York community hospital], I was pooped too. She went to sleep at the foot of the bed. Sometime in the night, I woke up to find her in Joe's exact position, head on his pillow, lying on her side facing me. She had her paw pad planted right in my face. (For some reason, her paws smell like Fritos.)

Now I'm going to work, and she's snoozing on the couch. What a life.