In the winter time, it’s not uncommon for us to have a two dog night. To be honest, as long as the dogs lay down without taking up too much real estate or on my back or legs, I don’t mind. It’s nice to have that extra warmth during the cold winter nights. In the summer, though, it’s normally unusual for both of the Greyhounds to sleep in bed with us, but for some odd reason this past week, they both feel the need to sleep in our bedroom with us. The other night, I woke up with pretzel legs and it took me what felt like several minutes to wake up and figure out what was going on.
Normally, Bunny is waiting to go to bed with me. We keep the baby gate up so that the humans can claim their own space before the dogs take over, and Bunny is notorious for taking the prime real estate and suddenly becoming about five hundred pounds of dead weight. I’m sure none of you out there can relate. This is why we keep the access to the bedroom closed off until bedtime, though. Anyway, on this particular night, she had dozed off in front of the fan and wasn’t waiting to go to bed when I went.
I went to bed, stretching out comfortably and enjoying the cool sheets. Not long after I got settled in, Flattery came in and made herself comfortable near the foot of the bed between us. I fell asleep comfortable and content until my rude awakening. I’m not sure if I got too warm, tried to move and couldn’t or if something else happened. I just started to have the surreal feeling that I was pinned down and that I couldn’t move. At first it seemed like I was dreaming, and then I was awake, trying to make sense of things in the dark.
After the fog cleared, I started to realize what must have happened. Bunny was asleep at the foot of the bed, but she was on the outside of my legs, near the edge of the bed. As I looked through the dark, I could see her on the edge of the bed. I feared that if I made her move, she was going to fall off the end or edge of the bed. Several times, I said her name, but she didn’t respond. Either she didn’t want to move or she was really asleep. I couldn’t tell and I didn’t want to take chances.
So, I did what any sane dog parent would do. I woke my husband up and he got up and lifted her up. She realized that she could come up to the top of the bed and sleep between our pillows, so she did. Everyone went back to sleep and that was pretty much the end of my pretzel legs, at least for the time being.
I have no idea what made her think that sleeping like that was a good idea for anybody. She’s just too stubborn to go back to the couch or sleep anywhere but in the bed with us once she gets the idea to do so. I love that she never gives up, but sometimes, I wish she’d try to come up with a new plan.