So the mister has been at a conference in Chicago for the last few days which has left me alone with The Woof. As a treat to our Woofbaby, we let her sleep in bed if one of us is gone. You would think that in a contest of wills between a 60 pound dog and a much bigger human, that the much bigger human will win the bed battle. My opponent did not give in so easily.
On the first night, Woofer decided to make a nest for herself out of the comforter. This left little for me which is a problem since *I* like to wrap myself up in the comforter. Thus began our epic struggle. The beauty of being human is having opposable thumbs and the ability to yank the comforter. Sure I heard a whimper, but I got my blanket back. And, bonus time--as a peace offering, Woofling decided to cuddle up next to me and keep me warm. Awwwwww. Too bad the next two nights she turned on the snoring and tried to push me out of bed. I think we'll have to call this installment of the Comforter War a draw.
2 comments:
is there really any change in this war when michael is home?:)
Boldt is much better trained and is far more obedient than Woofshaka and knows to just roll over and give me the darn blanket :)
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