I took a detour into the cul de sac of doom: Etsy. When, with bleary eyes, I looked up, it was midnight and Fred had thoughtfully left me with all the dogs.
We trudged with heavy feet up the stairs. There was one light on in the bathroom. The dogs fled into the darkness of the bedroom. I began to put on my pyjamas, brush my teeth, take my pills.
Turn out the lights. Sweet darkness. One more holiday day and then work beckons.
I round the corner to my side of the bed and my feet make contact with a dog. A soft fluffy one.
"Ah, Corky. You are so sweet for waiting outside your kennel." I said to him. I patted his head and did a small tug on his collar. He walked right into the crate. I pulled it down behind him.
I got into bed. Closed my eyes.
Snoring. Such snoring. Fred was sawing away! And then, just underneath the snoring, I heard a little peep.
SNORE. SNORE. wheep.
What was that whistling? I elbowed Fred, but he didn't move.
SNORE!!!! SNORE! WHEEP!
It got a little louder.
Was it Corky? Did he need to go out? Fred rolled over and the snoring stopped.
|Close up photo of Jam, our yellow lab, looking handsome.|