Saturday, January 17, 2015

Wait a minute...who elected you leader of this outfit?

6:59 a.m. Saturday morning.

Awakened from a sound sleep, I hear the scritch-scratching of dog toenails on the floor, then on the bedroom door.

I wait. The scritch-scratching moves away from the door and down the hall. I settle in, turn over, pull the duvet up to my chin.

Scritch-scratching back to the door again. I wait. Toenails on the door. I get up, put on my robe, go to the door. It's Bruiser.

He looks up at me. He's poised to come in and take his rightful place upon the bed, between us, where as a result, if history proves to be consistent, I will not be able to go back to sleep because of (a) not enough covers, and (b) he will be sleeping on my half.

Me: Hi Bruiser. C'mon.

Bruiser: I'm voting for yours truly.
Even in my half-awake--quarter-awake, if we're being honest--state, I have a plan. He will take his time outside, and I will make sure, when he comes back in and wants to get on the bed between us, that I adjust the covers and am in bed before he hops up. If I'm in my spot, he can't take it. It's only 7:03. I want to go back to sleep for just a little while. This will be impossible if Bruiser (a) gets on the bed while the covers are still askew, and (b) takes my spot. I will not have it, as God is my witness, I will not!

I let him out. He takes his little tour around the yard and before long is back at the door. I let him in. We walk back down the hall and go into the bedroom.

Me: Wait, Bruiser. Wait.

Before I have even rounded the bed, he is up. Of course he is. The covers: askew. My side of the bed: dog-occupied.

Alas. To rectify this situation would require a stern, commanding voice from me, which would disturb the historian, who has slept soundly through all of this--all of the scritch-scratching, the ins and outs, all that noisy scheming on my part.

Me: Dammit.

Thus it is now me, on the couch.

1 comment:

  1. Oh how I know this story! Although the scritch-scratching begins around 3:35 a.m. over here. On and off again sleep after that for the big dog lovers.



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