At The End Of The Day

by Houndstooth on

I’ve often said that I don’t know how people without pets manage to come home after a tough day when there’s no wagging tale or furry body to cuddle up to.  At the end of the day, there’s nothing like a dog to make your burdens lighter.  Sometimes, however, you can have a little too much togetherness.

By The Light Of The Moon -- Tales and Tails

By The Light Of The Moon

The other night, we had a storm blow through.  Bunny isn’t fond of storms.  She doesn’t suffer paralyzing fear of them, but they definitely make her uncomfortable.  A lot of nights when it’s warmer, she will choose to sleep on the couch, but a stormy night always brings her to curl up in the bed between my husband and I.  It shouldn’t be a big deal, but somehow on these nights, Flattery always finds her way to the bed, too.

There is only so much real estate in the bed.  I have my space, Mr. Taleteller has his, and the rest is open to squatter’s rights.  If one of them would just lay down and stake her claim, it would all go smoothly.  Of course, that never happens, though.  Mr. Taleteller and Flattery both seem to have ADHD in their sleep, even.  If it were just Bunny and I in the bed and you recorded us, you’d find us in pretty much the same place when we woke up as when we went to sleep.  My husband and Flattery could both make an interesting time lapse video.

Dreamy -- Tales and Tails


The funny thing to me is that they spend all night stealing each other’s spot and blankets.  Neither of them wants to sleep uncovered or be still.  Unfortunately, it makes it a lot harder for Bunny and me to sleep with all that tossing and turning.  If it weren’t storming the other night, I’m pretty sure Bunny would have walked out of the bedroom with a sigh and gone back to the couch.  She wasn’t giving up being close to her favorite human with all that racket going on outside.

After a few hours, she had had enough.  She got up turned around, farted under the blanket that both Flattery and Mr. Taleteller were sharing and “accidentally” stepped on them both.  In the ensuing pandemonium, Morgan and Küster announced that it was time for them to go out and have breakfast.  There was no going back.  My husband got out of bed, gasping and wheezing a little, and took the girls outside.  It was still about an hour before my alarm clock was going to go off, so I just burrowed under the covers.  Twenty minutes later, all four dogs had been out for a break and eaten breakfast.  My husband drug his blanket to the couch to catch some more zzz’s, and Flattery quickly claimed the space behind his legs.

A Midsummer Night's Dream -- Tales and Tails

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Bunny returned to the bedroom and was fast asleep when I did wake up later.  The smug little grin on her face said she was a mastermind who was well pleased with her own handiwork.  I know some people think dogs aren’t capable of complex plans, but I’m here to tell you that they have more going on than we ever give them credit for.

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  • Sue Dyer

    Lovely photos of the girls. Sue, Polly & Honey

  • Jodi

    Ha ha ha, it reminded me of Stinky and Needy. LOL

  • Trisha L.

    I agree that dogs are much more smarter and complex than people think they are. They are the greytest!!! Love the photos of the girls❤??❤