Step one….check……admitted I was powerless over my addiction to sleep-enhancing drugs. My old friend, sleep-how I miss you *sigh*. Is it possible I have sniffed out a contributing cause as I doggedly pursue the solution to this problem? Could this innocent face be a contributing cause?
Yup, Roxy-Doxy makes her nightly nest with me and the Texan. Virtues of a wiener dog sleeping in the marital bed? Well, duh……who wouldn’t want to sleep with a plush velvet hot water bottle? Yeah, and the dachshund is pretty soft, too! Her nose is a heat seeking missile finding it’s target plastered against my legs, my butt, my back, or my stomach…you get the idea.
We begin our hopeful sleep journey with much snuggliness and doxy warmth, but during the night peaceful slumber deteriorates into boisterousness. Awareness creeps in as those sturdy earth-moving paws pierce my ample backside. Those gnarly, stout little legs stiffen and excitedly dream-dig, dream-run, dream-jump, dream-swim, or dream-chase our local roadrunner.
Her claws transform into weapons of back destruction. Daggers. Needles. Swords.
It’s like these
Turn into these
And this beautiful paw
Morphs into this
No silly….not a giant asparagus, but a skin-piercing New Mexico agave cactus! Ouch!!
These images come to mind
I have a diabolical plan-heh,heh,heh. I’m positive old dogs can learn new tricks, and then I’ll teach that wiener a thing or two. No, my plan does not involve selling her to Oscar Meyer-even though the little snot is leading our office March Madness pool. I’ll let you know how it goes.