OK, so picture this scene...
It's a three dog night.
I am comfortably wrapped in whatever blanket
is left, and teetering on the very edge of the right
side of the bed,
My dear husband, is also in a similar predicament
on the left side of the bed...and most happily snoring away,
are our three snuggly Labs in various positions of
repose in the middle and end of the bed.
It is a sight, one can only believe when they see it, but,
if I may, I will take this a few steps further. If you could
only hear the harmony and synchronization of all the different
snores, this too, would send you. It is quite a sound and beautiful
in it's own innocent abandoned. It is the way one feels when singing aloud in the shower, when one thinks the house is empty. Perhaps,
it is a symphony to the sleepers.
When one even snorts, yawns, stretches, groans or flaps one's ears, the entire group shifts and rolls to new positions, groans, yawns, stretches, and oh, yes a snort or two...then back to the rhythmic snoring or breathing, depending on the instrument of choice. Now, to one lying awake, such as myself, I try to roll with the kicks, with the hopes that Menopause will soon be over.
By the time dawn breaks, the symphony has shifted sounds and harmonies at least ten times. The one lab who measures the time is the one delegated Metronome, to jump up and down off the bed to various new positions throughout the night. This is Quinn, the bounder, whom you've all met in "Sheep Dog for Hire". So, as you can see, sleeping is a masterpiece in this family, only achieved by living life on the edge.
Hugs,
Happy Holidays!
Peace,
n.
