Tonight, as a courtesy, I took the pup off Stef’s hands. Stef is asleep upstairs. Roxie is cuddled next to me.
I am looking down and to my left. Roxie is on her side. Her legs are outstretched. Her rear paws are curving around her front paws ever so slightly.
She looks like a baby lying quietly in her doggie fetal position.
When we came downstairs it was obvious she wasn’t ready to sleep. She had trouble staying in one spot for more than a second.
She found her way to the newspaper in our mud room to tinkle but chose the carpet to poop. Better this way than the reverse!
When it was time to bed down she placed her snout on my arm. Was it for comfort or security… or both? Like a child she went from full out active to restful in seconds.
I have work I’d like to do upstairs and a few dishes to wash. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to disturb her.
Let sleeping dogs lie.