Reynaldo! He let me sleep through the night for first time in 2014. No eating my hair or digging at my face, buried in the pillow. No standing on the dresser, yowling and knocking everything over. He was just settled in at the foot of the bed until the alarm clock went off. And then he began eating my hair. But I figure he felt he was on a special mission on behalf of my boss.
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That was nice of him to wait until your alarm went off! The good thing about my little dog who sleeps in my bed is that she is happy to sleep in as long as I do. In fact, a lot of times when I get up, I'm the one who has to get HER out of bed!
ReplyDeleteWow--he must be feeling much better! Do you think it's the crazy cold weather getting to him?
ReplyDeleteGood boy!
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