Night Night

You may be noticing a common theme with me:  I like to sleep.  Whether it's Bedtime (called "Night Night" by my humans...even though I'm 2 and Zeus is almost 13....and the last thing we need in our lives is MORE babytalk), Naptime, a car ride, or any other situation where I can lie still long enough to close my eyes and relax - I love sleeping.

You see, I'm a million-kilometer a minute puppy (I'm Welsh, I use the metric system. America needs to get on board).  When I'm awake, I'm AWAKE.  There is no mistaking it.  I jump like Michael Jordan, run like Jesse Owens, bark at a decibel Susan Boyle can only dream of,  and lick with a ferocity that has only been noted once before: in Clifford the Big Red Dog.  Oh, and there may be some lunging at Zeus, the occasion nipping of ears, and the very rare biting of fingers.  Hardly ever, actually. Don't quote me on that.

But my biggest energy depleting activities fall into 3 categories:  Doggy Daycamp, Wrestling, and Walkies.  Damn, the babytalk has infiltrated my brain.  More on those activities later.  

So, with all this daily excitement, when I crash - I crash hard.  I'm talking, borderline comatose:  Eyes half open, unseeing; the occasional whimper/snort/snore that doesn't even cause me the slightest flinch; limp arms and legs (yes, dogs call our front feet arms) that can be shaken unmercifully by the humans without my notice; and kicking that can go on for minutes.  Squirrels are really fast in my sleep.  It's truly a thing of beauty.

Night Night used to take place on the Human Bed.  Mom never intended it to be that way.  But between my big brown eyes and Dad's rubber backbone, I was on the bed and in my spot faster than you could say rawhide!  But, a few unfortunate instances too many occurred (I've been asked not to comment at length. I'll just say, canine had it comin' to him); along with my inability to sit still (see above, Re: Awake), my affinity for licking (again, above) and my love for laying on all things cranial (human, dachshund - I don't discriminate) -- I found myself curled up in my little bed on the floor in no time at all.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind it. I'm right by the Human Bed if I ever want to steal something from the laundry basket to leave underneath for later entertainment, or want to jump up (see: Michael Jordan reference) to get a nice lick on a human hand - or, if I'm lucky - face.  It has its advantages.  But I do miss that nice cozy spot between mom and dad - where I could kick my feet right into dad's lower back with as much force as a 30 pound dog can muster on her side (which is a surprising amount). 

Maybe one day I'll earn my spot back on the human bed.  Until then, Zeus can sleep a little sounder, and I'll have to be content scaring the bejeezus out of him in the daylight - which also has its perks.

Night Night!

{Zeus, on his 'spot'.  Lucky Dog.}

{Nope, no socks under here. Don't even bother checking. I'm asleep, anyway!}

{Peaceful puppy. A little too peaceful, if you ask me.}