Whenever I see Maggie sleeping like this, with that little smile on her face and the contented look – not even the ears are up – I wonder what she is thinking about. Looks like pure bliss to me.
Last night, she was having nightmares. She shook so hard the entire bed shook with her. I woke up and pet her, making soothing sounds. Soon she was back to sleep without further incident.
There is so much I wish she could tell me. But for now, she’s sleeping peacefully.
Although we live in the US, Mom often feels very “English” in the morning. When she takes me out around 6:30 a.m., it’s grey and misty. She puts on her coat and her Wellington boots and off we go to squish around on the moors – er, in the backyard.
Once outdoors, we spied one of the black feral cats resting on the neighbor’s fence:
Then, we squelched around to the front, where we saw our geese on the pond:
These quick, morning walks around the house set both of our minds at ease. It’s a peaceful way to start the day.
Woof! Love, Maggie