bedbug

The plan back in the winter of 2007 when we first brought Baxter into our home was that he would sleep in his own very comfy bed at night, choosing as he first did to sleep under our bed, covered by cozy new blankies in a bed inherited from his forebrothers. That plan evolved when I would awake in the middle of the night to answer nature's call, and as I returned, I would be greeted by a very chilled wienerpup, his gently wagging tail and big brown eyes soulfully pleading - and always winning - his case on a nightly basis that our human bed could most certainly accommodate just one more very small, ever so tiny furry little four legged boy.

Nowadays as far as bedtime is concerned, we both gladly skip to the chase. After having his teeth brushed, our little bedbug trundles over to my side of the bed and waits to be lifted in, where he promptly burrows under to lie in the crook of his dad's legs. And there he sleeps, sometimes migrating up to surface for air, sometimes churning about like an egg beater with little demanding paws pushing into our backs.

And sometimes, as I found out yesterday when I peeled back the sheets in the middle of the night, our little comical bedbug sleeps like this.