Friday, November 12, 2010

When my job is done... A nighttime story.


Most nights I go to bed with my humans. All three of us and even the cat crowding a king size mattress. Some point early morning I arise and sneak off to my own bed. A dog bed fit for a king, covered in a fuzzy blanket with a small white pillow for my head and laced with all my favorite night time toys. It occasionally smells like biscuits as I have been known to eat a night time snack or two upon it.

My humans might think: she really loves her bed. Because we fall asleep with her at our feet and awake most mornings to find her fast asleep in her big dog bed. Little do they know: my job was done.

As a canine I have intuition. I know when they are safe. I know when it is okay for me to leave them and retreat to my own oasis. They are the ones who take me to bed, it is not us dog that simple follow you into the sack. We truly are not that simple. We have purpose! And when the night as fallen our instincts to keep you safe, comfortable, adjusted is well something bed time stories are made of!

So how do you relax? How do you unwind? What gives you that sigh of relieve that allows you to drift asleep?

Is it a warm blanket? A cold sheet? The feel of a partner next to you? Is it a body position? An extra pillow? The familiar sound of your own yard? Does a clock tick in the back round? Does the wind chime ring softly in the distances? What makes you sigh that sound of the days relief and allows you to drift asleep?

Me, I think.. it's the dog!

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