It’s not a secret that we let the Greyhounds sleep on our bed with us if they want to. Usually, it’s only one or the other who comes in to share the bed with us, but so far, we’ve had a cool spring, and so it’s not completely unusual for them both to decide to sleep with us. Bunny doesn’t like being hot, so when it’s warmer, she often opts for the couch.
The truth of the matter, however, is that she prefers to sleep with us because she just likes being close to me. She sleeps in the middle of the bed, doing her best to ensure that Mr. Taleteller keeps his distance from HER human. Any physical contact gets a serious case of the hairy eyeball from HRH. She’s also been known to stretch her tiny body out as long as possible to be sure that a certain black Greyhound can’t get into the bed with us.
I sometimes have pain in my back, so I sleep with a large pillow that I either put one leg up on or lean my back against. I had the pillow the other night, and I was really tired, so I was asleep in no time. I remember shutting off the light, laying my head down and getting comfortable and hearing Bunny come in. She must have been as tired as I was, because she laid down right away and let out a sigh. In a few minutes, we were all off in dreamland.
In the middle of the night, I woke up, which is not horribly unusual. Usually, I almost sleep walk to the bathroom, then return and doze off again. On this night, however, I woke up to a strange feeling. I had turned over towards the middle of the bed with my back against the pillow. When I woke up, I couldn’t turn back over. My foggy brain slowly began to process what was going on.
On one side, I had Bunny, contentedly sleeping in the middle of the bed. On the other side, Flattery was pressed up against my back, between me and the pillow. I was stuck in the middle between them and pinned so I couldn’t get enough leverage to move them. I needed to go to the bathroom, though, and I was going to have to get up. I twisted and wriggled, but I could not get free.
Then, I heard the telltale whistle right behind my head that said Flattery was passing gas. The situation suddenly became more dire. I called my husband, who did what every great guy would do. He got up and rattled the cookie jar, which is easily Flattery’s Kryptonite.
I’m not totally surprised that I woke up with Flattery in an odd spot. I’ve woken up with her sleeping on top of me before, as well as between my legs. What does surprise me is how she got there without waking me up. I guess I was more tired than I realized. Just when I think she can’t surprise me anymore, she comes up with something new again. When Flattery decides she’s going to be close to you, she’s going to be close to you. I have to admire her determination and creativity.