I saw this poem and immediately thought of you. Hope you like it.
Greg from NYC
“Dog’s Bedtime Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep,
The king-sized bed is soft and deep.
I sleep right in the center groove,
My human beings can hardly move.
I’ve trapped their legs, they’re
tucked in tight,
And here is where I pass the night.
No one disturbs me or dares intrude,
Till morning comes and “I want food!”
I sneak up slowly to begin,
And nibble on my human’s chin.
For morning’s here, it’s time to play,
I always seem to get my way.
So thank you Lord, for giving me,
This human person that I see.
The one who hugs me and holds me tight,
And shares their bed with me at night.”
Dear Greg from NYC,
Do you have a camera in our bedroom? This poem pretty much
nails the situation, or at least it did.
When it was just Harry the Cat and moi, we arranged ourselves for
minimum intrusion on human space. I took the head and he took
Then Sofie arrived a year ago. All was chaos. Harry was over on
the left side with Sofie. I was on the right.
Our person was pinned. She soon became a sleep deprived animal
So one day when she was away, I called a meeting. I explained we needed
to show some of that unconditional love people rave about. Since this was Sofie’s
third home after two stays in prison, she was amenable to any plan
to make our person happy. I suggested we all line up on the right side
of the bed like one human body. I picked the middle position. I figured the
middle position was closest to her hand for a quick pet. Then we flipped
a coin for the other two positions. Heads, her head. Tails, her tail.
That night, when our person slid into bed, I assumed my position.
Then Sofie jumped up and headed to the bottom of the bed. Harry settled in
the pillow position.
This is how we sleep every night. Of course, it is a total mash up in the
mornings, pouncing on her stomach and licking her face, but our person seems
to like that.
Greg, I hope you and one and all have a Happy Fourth of
July weekend. Remember, when the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
bring your dogs in the house so they can hide under the bed. That’s where I
Georgia the Dog