This week has been a tough one for me. What I'd hoped was just a touch of respiratory flu proved to be a tough case of bronchitis that kept me home from work all week. I spent quite a bit of time curled up in bed, which Nurse Bunny heartily approves of. However, in the interest of getting a good night's sleep, I also tried to get myself up and out of bed for part of the day.
If you're a regular reader of the blog, then you know that I'm not the only one recovering here at our house. Last week Blueberry broke her toe and is now sporting a rather large splint. In the beginning of her convalescence, I was feeling pretty bad for her. However, since she's learned to get around in her splint and the pain has dulled, she's been getting around quite well.
A lot of times, if Blue wants to be on the couch with me, she'll climb up and then stretch out so that none of the other dogs can find space up there. I can't imagine how I ever found that this was cute. You may be shaking your head and saying something to yourself about how sweet that is that she wants her time with me and how crazy I am to say that it's anything different. Well, here's where the problem begins. Blueberry doesn't think that she should have to share the couch.
I come out in the morning and ask her to move over. She give me a look from the corner of her eye and then feigns sleep. A second request from me results in a snort, which she attempts to disguise as a sneeze. Finally, she moves over infintessimally and I wedge myself into the corner, muttering about how she's lucky I'm sick and she's injured. This results in a huff from Her Royal Hineyness followed by her standing up, stretching herself halfway on the floor and half on the couch before she hobbles off, ka thunk, ka thunk, ka thunk, tapping the floor extra hard with her splint as she stalks off to the crate to sulk. I'm not sure if dogs feel guilt, but they certainly know how to use it against us.
She doesn't stay in the crate for long, though. Oh no! Soon, she's back, sniffing me and letting me know I'm forgiven for disturbing her before she will hop back up on the other end of the couch. The next thing I know, she's stretched out on two cushions, her head leaning against my foot or leg. I continue to read, or perhaps I'm looking at something on the computer, or watching a little television. Soon, I begin to notice something. Darned if this couch isn't shrinking! Soon, Blueberry is so close to me that I've lost feeling in the entire lower half of my body. I try to push her over, but I might as well be trying to control the flow of lava. I get up and limp to the kitchen to rattle the treat jar. Three dogs appear for treats while Blueberry sits up on the sofa, her ears perked in anticipation of the treat I'll bring back to her. That didn't go as planned.
I look at Bunny. She's laying on the dog bed on the floor, avoiding what she imagines will be another Clash of the Titans. No doubt she feels that if we take each other out, the couch will be all hers. Morgan finds a reason to go on patrol. Lilac yawns and closes her eyes, not willing to interrupt her nap for our silliness. Finally, I sigh and realize the inevitable. I am just going back to bed. At least it's big enough for several of us to share if we all decide to head in there. I'll fight the Battle of the Couch later. Sleeping in bed with Bunny and Morgan suddenly seems like a much better idea, anyway. I guess this way, we're all winners!
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