Most of the time, I write here on the blog about many of the great things about sharing your life with a dog. I believe all of those things that I say about them, too. However, this week I learned that owning a dog can also be hazardous to your health.
It’s no secret that most nights, Mr. Taleteller and I do not sleep alone. It’s rare that we don’t have at least one dog sleeping in bed with us. Lately, Bunny gets too hot sleeping in bed with us, and so she’s taken to stretching out on the couch to sleep on warmer nights. Flattery has been happy to sleep either n bed with us or on the dog bed at the foot of our bed.
One thing to know about our hounds is that Flattery is a little more attached to Bunny than Bunny is to Flattery. I view it as an age thing, because once upon a time, a much younger Bunny followed Lilac around closely, too. I think this is what lead to the comic part of today’s story. Another thing to know is that Greyhounds have incredibly large hearts and lungs. When they are sleeping, sometimes you will find yourself watching them for several minutes to see if they are still breathing because they inhale so rarely that it’s hard to be sure they’re alive.
The other night, I woke up around 2:30 in the morning to use the bathroom. I haven’t been sleeping well because I’ve been sick and I was exhausted. I got up, grabbed the phone so I’d have a little light to navigate through the bedroom with, and made my way to the hallway where I felt my heart flutter in surprise. Sprawled out on the floor was our ninja Greyhound, sleeping like a log.
I have come out of the bathroom in the morning after a shower to find Flattery there, but I have never seen her there in the middle of the night before. I gingerly held onto the door frame and stepped over her because she was sleeping so soundly that I was a little concerned at first. She was still warm and breathing, though, and I went into the bathroom to do what I had to do.
I won’t lie to you, I was so tired, I suspect that I almost fell asleep on the toilet. I got up, washed my hands and flipped off the light switch before I opened the door so I wouldn’t wake my husband up with the light shining in his face. The next thing I knew, I almost had a heart attack.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, my foot came down on something warm and furry that was definitely not the carpet. It’s a good thing I’d just gone to the bathroom, because it startled me so badly that I think I could have wet my pants. I jumped back into the bathroom and clutched my chest as I remembered that Flattery, the little ninja, was sleeping right outside the door. She had chosen a vantage point where she could keep an eye on Bunny and on us, then promptly fell into a deep slumber.
For her part, Flattery was sleeping so deeply that she didn’t even twitch as my foot touched hers. I was left clutching the door frame as I maneuvered over and around her sleeping form to get back to bed. I guess I can count myself lucky that I didn’t traumatize my dog the was she frightened me. I guess there are a few drawbacks to having a black dog after all.