I am pretty sure that I am not alone in this, at least in some form or fashion. I accept that there are certain things about dogs that are just going to remain a mystery that we may never understand. The other night, I woke up in the middle of the night, and saw one of those things that make you wonder.
It’s not a secret that we allow our dogs to sleep with us. For Bunny and Flattery, it’s their choice about whether or not they sleep in the living room or in our bedroom. They seem to take turns most of the time deciding which of them will sleep on the bed with us, although I suspect that when it really cools off here, they may both want to join us. Usually, it’s Bunny who wants to sleep with us and most of the time, she comes in to join us not long after the last one of the two of us humans goes to bed.
Often, she chooses to lay with her back to mine, but not always. If it’s on the cooler side, she will curl up on my husband’s side of the bed under the quilt with him, because he’s like a living furnace. So, if I don’t feel her curled up behind me, it’s not a cause for concern. The other night when I woke up, though, I did a double take.
Bunny had come in to sleep with us, but she wasn’t in either of her usual spots. Instead, she’d laid down between us and had her head hanging off the foot of the bed. I cannot fathom how that could possibly be comfortable, but she was way off in the land of Nod, dreaming blissfully about whatever senior Greyhounds dream of. She was as relaxed as can be and I can only surmise that she chose to lay down and sleep that way.
It made me think back to the days of our first pair of Greyhounds, Treat and Hawk. Back then, we had a pair of cats, too, named Scamp and Blizzard. I can’t count the number of times I found Scamp in Hawk’s bed while he curled up in hers. I’m sure Scamp was comfortable in that scenario, but Hawk was a very tall Greyhound, the only male we’ve ever had, and I have no clue how he could possibly have been comfortable in the cat bed. I never saw which of them stole the other’s bed, and they both had access to other beds that were the appropriate size for them if they’d chosen to go lay on them. I never did figure out the whys and wherefores of that, but I had more than a few good chuckles over it.
Lilac used to be what we called left handed. She tried laying on our couch, but she always did it backwards, and inevitably rolled off. At the top of the stairs leading into the house, instead of just turning ninety degrees left, she’d turn a 270 to the right, making a three quarter turn to go in the door. Her brain just couldn’t turn it around and we just accepted it as a unique quirk of hers.
There’s no doubt, it’s those odd little things that we tend to remember about our canine companions. But those are also the things that make us wonder about them the most. If our dogs could talk, those are the things we’d ask them about. I’m curious, what are the things your dogs do that make you wonder?