Last night, I had just succumbed to Mr. Sandman and drifted off to sleep, when I was awakened by Daisy growling. Now, I am not one who freaks out, but when I am awakened in the middle of the night by my dog growling, my heart does dip down somewhere near my knees. I immediately looked at my nightstand to see what might be grabbed to bludgeon the intruder, should the need arise. As Daisy growls again I examine my options:
- cup full of water (maybe I could splash it in his eyes and make a quick getaway)
- water bottle full of fruit-punch-flavored water
- tissue box
- a few used and wadded up tissues (germ warfare?)
- a remote control (throw it at his head and hope for a hit?)
- multiple pony-tail holders and barrettes (style his hair?)
- a lamp (one can only imagine the damage done as I get myself tangled up in the cord)
It is then that I notice something. When I rolled over, she didn’t move. She’s not up and barking or growling at the door. Then I realize…she’s dreaming. Sound asleep, she’s giving (probably me) the what for in her dreams.
And then I rolled over and went back to sleep.
LOL!!! you should have added "in that moment I really wanted to get myself in trouble with PETA and strangle my dog" just kidding. That had to be scary for those few moments. glad you were able to go right back to sleep. :-)
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