Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there was a couple who slept very well. One day the couple adopted a dog, and for a few weeks the dog slept on the floor ands stayed off the couch. This made the wife a bit sad, and so she told the husband the dog was small and clean and should be allowed on the couch, so they caved and let the animal up onto the furniture. Then one day, the husband (B), went on a business trip, as hard working husband’s are wont to do, and the wife (Daisy) felt sad for the little rescued dog and perhaps let it fall asleep on B’s pillow while she watched something super educational, like, an episode of House from season two.
From that night on, the dog, Rhett Butler slept in the bed.
(I am nothing if not an awesome disciplinarian.)
Anyway, this is about the best photo I have of the dog and the bed. I’d take a better photo of the bed except we don’t have a headboard yet because while I’ve decided I’m ok with this one, I hold out hope for a visit to the Pottery Barn outlet where I will buy this bedroom set for the equivalent of a piece of toast and some pennies, so until my dream comes true, we just don’t have a headboard. Or a real bedside tables. My bedside table is an antique dressing table I bought with my Mom at a flea market in New Orleans, and while quite pretty, isn’t exactly what comes to mind when one thinks of a bedside table, and we also have some random boxes in the corner that I need to find a home for, and, well, ANYWAY. The bed with the dog:
(Author’s Note: I am the world’s worst artist. Seriously. I was the only kid in elementary school who never had their artwork put on the bulletin board. I lack “creativity” and spatial understanding. WHATEVER. It was better than hand-drawn stick people.)
At first we all slept like this, with Rhett Butler curled into a cute little ball:
Suddenly and without warning however, we have morphed into this…and please note the tail, hanging off the bed, that often wags in said dog’s sleep and is the perfect “dog odor waver” if you catch my drift:
Which is why for Christmas, the dog is getting this:
And maybe, pretty please, Santa could bring us all a good night’s sleep.
Today, I am thankful.
For my life, and the people in it.
I am thankful for my health.
For my husband, who laughs and loves with me every day.
I am thankful for my family.
For our dog, Rhett Butler, who has captured our hearts.
I am thankful for my family, all of them, even when they drive me crazy.
For my parents, brother, nephew, cousins, aunts and uncles.
I am thankful for my education and my job.
(Maybe not as much for the days that drive me crazy.)
For my friends, both in Chicago and around the world.
I’m thankful for the friends I’ve made through blogging.
For their sense of humor, quick wit and ability to email me back at all hours of the night.
I’m thankful for the 7 weddings we have been invited to next year.
For the people in my life that make life a grand adventure, each and every day.