This dog looks tired because he's up late at night plotting against me.
Before school the other day, I got the mail lady's bag of baked goodies out to take to the mailbox. And then the daily looking at the clock and assessing, we're behind schedule began. Brush your teeth. Lucy, bring me a hair thingy and I'll put your hair up. And let's not forget the Christmas Story packing up and bundling scene. It's a daily mantra around here.
"Mooooommmmm! I can't put my arms down!"
"Well, just...you can put your arms down when you get to school."
Every wintery day.
So, I got the kids to school, only to return and find the mail lady's bag of treats torn to shreds. Well, atleast Farley The Wonderdog had the manners to not eat the paper. It was my fault, I'd left the bag on the kitchen island. Nevermind that they are 4' high countertops, or that it was in the middle of a 6' square island. All I could think of was all the chocolate I'd baked.
Farley has survived chocolate overdose before. But our plan of action for future chocolate encounters is no more $700 bills for getting his stomach pumped. If it happened again, we'd make sure he wasn't in any pain, and go from there.
I texted Ricardo, "Farley ate all the chocolate and baking. I'm going to shop. Not sure if he'll be alive when I get home. Happy Holidays."
This wouldn't bother me so much today had I not been woken again by the dog. Farley sleeps between us. I am against co-bedding with my kids, but will allow it with my dog.
Farley sleeps with his back to Ricardo. Basically they spoon. That usually works in my favor because I get most of the bed to myself. Farley pushes and tries to lean and get as close to Ricardo as he can. However, I get his legs and feet on my side. This has never really been a problem. Until now. In his old age, he's been sleeping harder and dreaming more. Dreaming about running. And his legs run while he dreams....right in to my back side. If anyone saw it and witnessed it, they'd simply say, "That ain't right."
And it's not. I sleep with three blankets, otherwise, I would be uh, totally violated. I've woken up in the middle of the night and jumped out of bed. Farley and Ricardo sleeping peacefully. It ain't right.
But while I was out shopping, I found a bed. It was as if the stars all aligned right, because we've never seen a dog bed big enough for Farley The Wonderdog. And here on this day, there it is. Assuming that he'll be alive when I got home, I bought it.
There's also that 50/50 chance that he won't use it. But it was worth it. He's getting so old, he's been having a hard time getting up on our bed anyways. We're on day 3 or 4 of having the Farley the Wonderbed, and it worked! I have my dignity back, and the dog is still alive. It's a Christmas Miracle.
That's how I roll.
