See this face?
It’s no secret that I love and spoil this little guy rotten. And most usually he’s good as gold.
But last night he was rambunctious.
He was sneaky.
He was…..well, he was funny!!
I’ve shared with ya’ll before how the Mr. sometimes snores.
So my solution? Ear plugs.
Actually plug. Singular.
I figure since I’ve got one ear firmly smashed into the pillow, I just need a plug for the top ear. The one he’s snoring directly into!!
So I bought these lovely hot pink ear plugs and keep them on the table beside my bed. Then if I need one, I can simply reach over, grab a plug and problem solved.
Well, ok, maybe it’s not “simply”.
I do huff and puff and moan and groan just to show that Mr. how much of an annoyance it is to reach over to the side table.
He doesn’t notice.
He just snores away!
Well, the other night, I noticed that one of those hot pink plugs had fallen between the mattress and the rail of the bed and was perched just out of my reach.
I tried to get it but my Pika fingers were too short and my man-hands were too huge to grab it.
So I left it.
Last night, after staying up later than usual to watch the officials hand over a win to the Miami Dolphins………snatched from the reach of our beloved Buffalo Bills, I finally got in bed and did my wifely duty of scratching the Mr.’s back while he relaxed.
And by wifely duty, I mean I complained and huffed and puffed and flipped and flopped around to show my dislike of this ritual.
He didn’t pay attention.
He was relaxing.
Then we heard it.
A faint scratching sound.
Taj was under the bed!
Now it really doesn’t bother me that he goes under there. It’s really quite funny to watch him army-crawl from one side to the other. Though it is pretty dusty down there and he probably doesn’t need to be breathing all that in.
But it bugs the stuffin’ out of the Mr. that he’s under there. He’s sure that the bed will fall and crush Taj to death.
Now, let’s be clear, we have never, EVER broken our bed down and while we are neither one of us skinny-minny’s, the chances of us falling on our little Taj are pretty slim.
But once the Mr. mentions the squishing of the dog, I start to worry and have to get up and get him out of there.
Last night, though, I was too tired so I just leaned over the bed to call him out.
And when I did, this is what I saw:
There was that little Taj-y scratching and clawing and licking at the bed rail.
What was he doing??
There’s nothing there!
Then it hit me!!!
The plug………..it was gone!!!!
So I guess I’m now on poop patrol until that hot pink plug makes an appearance!!
Should be a fun weekend! 😦