Stealth Mode

by Houndstooth on

In case hearing the weather on the news at time didn’t tell you, it’s been getting colder at night around here.  I know that because I live with dogs.  You see, when it starts getting chilly at night, we end up with more dogs wanting to curl up beside us at night.  Most nights, when Mr. Taleteller and I go to bed, Bunny is in there not long after.  She’ll follow me into the bedroom, then hop up on the bed and curl up against my husband, who is like a living furnace.  It seems that this year, it has also been a sign for Flattery to go into stealth mode.

Coal For Christmas -- Tales and Tails

Coal For Christmas

The first sign was the other night when I woke up in the middle of the night.  I got up quietly to answer the call of nature.  Morgan was fast asleep in her crate and Bunny was tucked in under Mr. Taleteller’s quilt.  Flattery was asleep on the couch in the living room.  I took care of business and went back to bed, making sure not to disturb any sleeping dogs or humans.  It shouldn’t have been anything noteworthy, because the same thing happens a lot of nights.  This night, however, was different.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, reached for the blankets so I could roll into my cozy little cocoon and go back to sleep.  But just before my head hit the pillow, I realized that something was amiss.  Instead of laying my head on a soft, cool pillow, I found myself on a warm Greyhound butt.  Flattery had decided that my warm spot in the bed was better than her cold spot on the couch.  Instead of sneaking out of bed in stealth mode, she had sneaked into the bed with her ninja skills.

I shot out of bed with a sound of surprise that woke pretty much everyone up.  Flattery remained curled up in my spot, trying to look innocent, but I knew better.  I demanded that she vacate my spot in bed, and she left begrudgingly.  I curled up in bed, relieved to lay my head on a pillow and quickly nodded off to sleep.

A Very Nice Pup And One Who Might Get Coal -- Tales and Tails

A Very Nice Pup And One Who Might Get Coal

The next night, she tried it again, but I was prepared.  I took my phone with me to the bathroom and when I came back to bed, the telltale black shadow was in my spot.  I told her to move and she took her sweet time, but she left.  The night after that, she slid in, but this time she just went over and laid down on Mr. Taleteller’s side of the bed, her little behind on his pillow behind his head.  I didn’t argue, I was just glad that she’d left my spot alone.

I suppose we’ll have this little scenario play out until the weather warms up and I am guessing I’ll have to come up with some creative solutions to outwit her if I don’t want to end up on the couch myself.  I have a feeling she’ll keep up on our toes until she’s an old lady.  To be honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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  • Sue Dyer

    You need a bigger bed, so all that want to cansnuggle up together.

    Hope you are having a good day. Sue, Polly & Honey