So tonight
I’m napping after getting home, waiting for dinner to be ready, and the dog comes in, nuzzles into my armpit, and rests his head on my shoulder. I can feel his breath against my cheek, and as I drift off almost to sleep, the dog makes the special preparedness to nap sound: Breathe, breathe, Breathe, SIGHHHHH…
So I nap.
And the daughter walks in the door.
And the dog goes from full-blown napping to “BROWWWWW!” in 0.08 seconds. IN my ear. Without even lifting his head.
Them select comfort matresses hurt when you clench your buttcheeks around ’em.
I think I got all of it out. Still itches a little.

Damn. That’s Pixel! Only imagine hers at least an octave higher. I HATE that. No warning, just “BAAR-rowr-rowr-ROWR!!” I’m surprised my dad didn’t die of a heart attack, the few times we brought her with us to NC.
Sheesh.
At least Darwin (our Westie) had the courtesy of winding up a little.
Gee :o
Talk about heart attack time.