You weren’t thinking that?
Well I bet you’re thinking it now!!!
When Nash was a puppy, I stupidly tried to get him to sleep in the bed with me…because I am an 8-year-old little girl at heart and really want to treat my dogs like stuffed animals and I want to hug them and kiss them and squeeze them with all my heart.
Remember that cartoon? Tiny Toons… anyway, I digress…
Nash sleeps under our bed of course.
As any self-respecting Australian Blue Heeler would do.
He hates being in the bed, he gets all nervous and immediately jumps down. This is for the best as he is far too large, far too hairy, and far too stinky to be in bed with us.
So I’m headed to Nashville this weekend. YAY! I can’t wait to see my old pals. And we’re going to the lake tomorrow, nothing better than a lake day with friends. I hate that my husband has to work and won’t be joining me. But I love him for encouraging me to go without him, because as he said, “Babe you need to get out of the house.” Gee, thanks. I think.