Time: 3 AM this morning
Freckles wakes me up. She is panicky. She needs-to-go-outside-RIGHT-NOW! I open the door for her, she goes and does whatever, and then comes back.
I’m just drifting back to sleep when I hear her whimpering. I can’t see her. I just hear soft little whimpers. I find her on the floor. That’s weird since she always sleeps on the bed.
I get up and go over to her. I whisper, “What’s wrong?” She looks up at me and whimpers. I don’t want to wake up the husband so I motion for her to follow me. We go to the guest room.
She jumps up on the bed. She isn’t gushing blood or anything obvious like that. I pet her. Soft whine. I ask if she just needs a cuddle. My delicate little puppy sometimes has nightmares that only cuddles fix. If you don’t cuddle, she keeps crying in her sleep. I tell her I’ll lay down with her and cuddle.
The second I lay down she shoots out of the bedroom at 90 miles an hour.
“What the hell?” I whisper. I get up to go see where she went.
I find her sprawled out on my (now empty) side of the bed.
“No. Just no.” I wag a finger at her. She looks up at my with a look of perfect innocence like, “Oh, hi! I thought you were sleeping in the other room tonight.”
“Move it.” She obligingly moves down to her normal sleeping position without any fuss like she had figured it probably wouldn’t work anyway but it was worth a try.