I am really really tired this morning. Really. Mommy had me up most of the night. We went to bed like we usually do, with me on the chair next to Mom where I can keep my eye on her. (Like eye-to-eye even when they are closed.) First time I peeked to make sure all was right with the world...she was GONE! Phew. I found her on the sofa. Not my favorite place to spend the night, but I'm OK with it. zzzzzzzzz.
I wake up....and she's gone again. Back in bed. (sigh). Back to my chair next to her. I must have dozed off sometime during the night, because when I wake up (when daddy got up) ... SHE!WAS!GONE!AGAIN!AND!I!COULDN'T!FIND!HER!THIS!TIME!!!!!
Dag-gum-it. She was on the sofa again. (move over....don't worry. I'm here!!!)
It's nights like this that I have a real love/hate relationship with my deafness. I love the fact that daddy's snoring doesn't wake me/ but I hate HATE HATE it that mom can sneak around the house, leave me, and I don't hear her. Because-I-really-really-really-have-to-have-her-in-my-sight-at-all-times-or-better-yet-be-touching-her-or-I'm-not-a-happy-camper.
(She knows how I feel about this. She really should have dragged me to the sofa with her.)
So, even though I'm one really tired pup today, I'm doing my duty and following her everywhere like I always do. Some people just remember to tell the love of their life how they feel on that one special day (tomorrow?)....
For me....every day is Valentine Day.