I have this funny little story about a man and his dog. The dog in question is one of the dogs that Kevin had when we first started dating. The dog was already an old (sort of) girl when I met Kevin and not too long after Isabella was born we had to put her down because she had a bad case of arthritis. Poor girl was always in pain and you could tell by just looking at her.
And as you would have guessed it, the man in question is none other than Kevin. Back when we were dating and then engaged, and then married and of course gave birth to Isabella sometimes this dog would do a little thing I like to call 'running in the meadow'. The dog did this frequently throughout the night. For some reason, this action rarely woke me up. She even slept on the floor on my side of the bed. Well, my little 'princess and the pea' always woke as soon as the dog would begin her nightly romp in the meadow and on occasion this upset my dear princess. (Sometimes when I'm ribbing Kevin I call him princess. It's one of the many things he puts up with, with me.)
When Kevin would get upset with the dog twitching her feet in her sleep he would pull his pillow out from under his head, lean across me and down toward the foot of the bed and he's whop her with the pillow and then the dog would go to another room to sleep for awhile.
First off, it always scared the heebie jeebies out of me every single time Kevin did this because 'holy mother of all things not peaceful'! I would be in a deep sleep and probably dreaming about glitter and puffy stickers and fluffy kittens and unicorns jumping over rainbows when all of a sudden I heard Kevin grumping and pillow fighting the dog.
The next morning I would blaze him and say that it was wrong to swat the poor dog with the pillow because she was dreaming of flowery meadows and she was probably chasing (and actually catching) the squirrels. I pointed out that she was old and needed her rest.
Well, fast forward to roughly 8 years and what do we have? Oh yeah, on most nights Kevin will run through the meadow with his beloved pup that was put down several years ago. 90% of the time this wakes me up and generally I will either go to the recliner and sleep in the living room (despite my terrible fears of being out of bed at night) or I'll just take a couple of Benadryl the next night to ensure that nothing wakes me up. Does Benadryl make you guys comatose because it sure knocks me out. But one night, the devil will be in me and I will have a mean streak that can't be held back and I will whack him in the head with my pillow and yell the old dog's name.
Me whacking him in the head with a pillow in the middle of the night would be highly unlikely but it's nice to daydream about. Generally speaking, I'm way toolazy tired to move in the middle of the night.
And as you would have guessed it, the man in question is none other than Kevin. Back when we were dating and then engaged, and then married and of course gave birth to Isabella sometimes this dog would do a little thing I like to call 'running in the meadow'. The dog did this frequently throughout the night. For some reason, this action rarely woke me up. She even slept on the floor on my side of the bed. Well, my little 'princess and the pea' always woke as soon as the dog would begin her nightly romp in the meadow and on occasion this upset my dear princess. (Sometimes when I'm ribbing Kevin I call him princess. It's one of the many things he puts up with, with me.)
When Kevin would get upset with the dog twitching her feet in her sleep he would pull his pillow out from under his head, lean across me and down toward the foot of the bed and he's whop her with the pillow and then the dog would go to another room to sleep for awhile.
First off, it always scared the heebie jeebies out of me every single time Kevin did this because 'holy mother of all things not peaceful'! I would be in a deep sleep and probably dreaming about glitter and puffy stickers and fluffy kittens and unicorns jumping over rainbows when all of a sudden I heard Kevin grumping and pillow fighting the dog.
The next morning I would blaze him and say that it was wrong to swat the poor dog with the pillow because she was dreaming of flowery meadows and she was probably chasing (and actually catching) the squirrels. I pointed out that she was old and needed her rest.
Well, fast forward to roughly 8 years and what do we have? Oh yeah, on most nights Kevin will run through the meadow with his beloved pup that was put down several years ago. 90% of the time this wakes me up and generally I will either go to the recliner and sleep in the living room (despite my terrible fears of being out of bed at night) or I'll just take a couple of Benadryl the next night to ensure that nothing wakes me up. Does Benadryl make you guys comatose because it sure knocks me out. But one night, the devil will be in me and I will have a mean streak that can't be held back and I will whack him in the head with my pillow and yell the old dog's name.
Me whacking him in the head with a pillow in the middle of the night would be highly unlikely but it's nice to daydream about. Generally speaking, I'm way too
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| Dreaming of Summer |
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| Wouldn't it be nice if it was like this all year long? |
I want a meadow! And I want it to be spring all year long!!
ReplyDeleteI'm a fall girl, myself. It's the colors. Not that spring doesn't have it's colors, but fall colors are just warm.
ReplyDeleteMy Molly twitches and runs in her sleep. She sleeps in a kennel at night beside my bed and her feet scrape the side and it always wakes me up with a smile because I know she's playing as hard in her sleep as she does when she is awake. Ah, that dog brings me so much joy.
I wish I dreamt about puffy stickers.
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