I bought a new throw for my couch the other day. A nice green, brown and taupe knit blanket, that just looked too cozy to pass it up. And I guess it was even cozier than I thought because when I came back into the room a few minutes later this is what I discovered…
A small dog was burrowed in there, trying to disguise himself. The only thing that gave him away was the rapid wacking of his tail against the couch as I got closer.
I honestly tried to stop Whiskey from going up on the couch when I first got him, but it was too hard to resist how cuddly he was. Before I knew it, I was asking him to come up whenever I watched TV. Just look at how curled up he can get. He’s made himself into such a tight little ball that even his ears have disappeared.
Oh, there’s one!
See that small little nose? You would not believe how cold it can be. Sometimes Whiskey tries to sneak into my bed in the middle of the night. That cold wet nose always finds a sliver of bare skin to jolt. Against my ankles. On my hand. Or the absolute worst is when the back of my t-shirt has ridden up and he proceeds to sniff up my spine. Nothing springs you to life like a cold dog nose on your spine. If he only knew to keep his nose to himself, Whiskey would probably be more successful in his attempts up on the bed. The rest of him is like a hot water bottle, and when it gets even colder in the winter I might not be able to say no to a late night snuggle.
