Last night's thunder storm!
At 3am, I was jarred awake by the sound of volcano erupting--no, not really, but in my slumber I had no idea the noise was until I threw the curtains open and saw the lightning.
Within the same minute, three pairs of eyes came running into the bedroom. Spot was whining at me, Merle needed a hug and big Emmett wanted me to hold him. The four of us got onto the bed together. Mine you, we only have a queen size.
My body took form at the top of the bed along the wall, where the pillows were, while the dogs found their own spots. Emmett typically takes up most of the bed bc of the way he has to get on the bed and his inability to move and wiggle the way the other two can.
As time progressed, I lost two of the dogs to the floor, but Emmett, my big baby remained.
This is going to be an interesting 4th of July. I am thinking the dogs will have to make room for 'dad' when he returns from his business trip.
Maybe I should use this opportunity to talk about getting a king size! Ha!
Anyone else have some scaredy cats in bed with them?
Libby
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