I wake up in the morning surrounded by dogs and stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. Carm must quietly bring every toy to bed after I’ve fallen asleep. Santa is there of course. Kept close so that BuddaBubba doesn’t try to steal him. Then there’s his rawhide chew. And his lip toy. And his chicken toy. And his ball…. OMG! And on top of it all is the fact the Carm only falls asleep when he is finally too exhausted to stay awake and guard his stuff from BB – a BB, may I add, who could not care less about Carm’s stuff.
I may soon have to tranquillize him so we can both get a good night’s sleep that does not involve me turning over in bed and causing some toy to squeak loudly, scare the crap out of me and make me sit bolt upright using language that no dog’s ears should ever hear.