So Brett is out of town this weekend and I am putting the kids to bed with hail banging on the roof and into the windows. I'm distracted wondering if our cars are both getting dented beyond repair. The request of "read five books" has been bargained down to three. There is a lot going on. We've finished reading, Makena has left Reese's room to go get into her bed while I tuck Reese in. Enter: Maggie.
Both dogs are always on the bed with us when I'm reading to either or both girls. But when I'm done and the lights turn out, Maggie goes to her sneaky spot under Reese's bed while she waits for me to walk out the door. With the new super-long bedding, you forget she's under there.So imagine the creepy-crawly factor when you lean in to give Reese a hug and need to shift your feet just a bit closer to the bed. When one inadvertently steps on a dog's foot and the dog (understandably) yanks her foot out from under yours...in that long second it takes your brain to process that it's just the dog, you've already gone places you don't want to go. Considering the vast majority of the residents under Reese's bed are dolls, Chucky came to mind. Or the clown from Poltergeist.
Sweet dreams!
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