Last night I slept great on the Human Bed because of a “happy accident”. See, Mom was in the bathroom, putting on her 15 layers of lotion (that tastes really good when I lick her on the face), and curled up in her spot next to the pillow. Dad is still iffy about me sleeping on the bed, and he said, “Get that dog off the pillow!” Mom was all, “I’ve got to get into bed anyways” and tried – emphasis on tried – to scoot me over. But all she did was succeed in getting my butt under the covers.
“Don’t put that dog under the covers! Hey! No!”
“I’m not putting her under the covers; she just ended up there.”
Well, once I got the feel of those cozy comforters, I knew…there was no way I was moving an inch. Nope. Besides, I was gassy, ’cause I gulped dinner down fast, and the blankets kind of muffled the fumes. So it worked out for everybody. I didn’t move a paw all night and in the morning, was the first to greet Mom as she groggily reached for the alarm. Slurp!
Woof! Love, Maggie