I woke up the other day and Phyllis was lying on my head. As if that wasn’t uncomfortable enough, I found myself trapped because Stella had rolled herself into a ball and wedged herself in-between my legs while stretching her neck out long onto my belly. There was no where to move.
I was hot.
Stella and Phyllis are pretty big girls and let’s face it, they were quite literally packing heat. I was irritated. I hate waking up irritated. Then to add to my early morning wakeup call, Phyllis started licking my ear. Irritation quickly changed to frustrated giggles because how ever annoyed I am, I have to laugh a little when an eighty pound baby thinks I’m a treat. She let out a big yawn and stretched out letting two of her paws land on top of me like she was reaching out for a hug, because we simply weren’t close enough.
It’s nice to know that you’re loved first thing in the morning…. Even if that really heavy ball of love is lying on your head.
I like the fact that if someone DIDN’T know you and read the first half of this story, it would totally be like a “Three’s Company” moment, where Mr Ferley or Mr Roper would be under the impression that you were NOT talking about your dogs.
I’m looking forward to you posting more pictures of your canine family. Maybe Frank could take some candid shots of these moments and post them here. I think you need more pets. Just think of all the love. How about a goat? I know where I can get you one.