Bless Your Heart

It’s official- our home has been taken over by our dog. He now sleeps with us. Gasp! I was one of those people who always swore I’d never let the dog sleep with us. No way. I see what kind of mad house my Mom lives in. She’s got the dog AND cat in the bed at night. And I’ve recoiled in horror and disgust at my sister’s house when I see her and her husband basically making out with the dog. They let it kiss them on the mouth! Ew! And I’ve heard enough stories about how their dog likes to spoon with them. Shiver. Well- you should never throw stones right? It started innocently enough- Nelson just crashed with us when we were on vacation at the mountain house. It was cold. We’re good at rationalizing. Then I went away for the weekend to Christmas shop at Ikea so J let Nelson sleep with him then too. That’s ok too right? Then sometime last week, Nelson just kind of decided he wanted to sleep with us. He starts out all cuddly with J then ends up at the foot of the bed. The other night he plopped his head right next to J and fell asleep. J says to me all quietly “I can feel him breathing”. Good grief. Nelson’s also finagled the majority of lap time lately. You can just see the kitties seething over the lap time loss. They hover in the corner, plotting their revenge.