Friday, March 14, 2008

Rough night

Cleo has been very active at night lately, trampling both her mama and dada in a repeated nightly effort to find the best possible sleeping spot. After having been banished to the study for a couple of nights, we relented and allowed her to sleep with us again. Mistake. While sleeping on my back, I woke up, due to a solid blow to the solar plexus from our little Clee. I rolled over to create tummy nook for the sleep-boxing pug. Not big enough of a nook. She crawled in, but only after punching and headbutting me in the stomach repeatedly, to create a larger, more comfortable spot.

This morning I think she feels guilty.

Sasha, I think, is just exhausted.

1 comment:

  1. oh cleo, your actions are not erased by the light of day. you cannot hide, you runty little girl.