Bindy Bob and Bobo... What am I going to do with you?? I recently moved home for a temporary period of time so I can save some money and buy my own place. It's an adjustment - though it's fun to hang out with the family all the time. (Well, for now, anyway.) :) Since Muti and Vati went to Las Vegas yesterday, the doggies are a little insecure without her; so last night, Bo camped oustide my bedroom door (even though it was open), and at some point during the night, Indy (or Bindy Bob, as he's affectionately known) curled up on my bed with me. No, let me rephrase: he SPRAWLED OUT on my bed. I woke up around 2:00 a.m. at the very edge of my bed, with a dog plastered to my side. I think he woke me up because he was dreaming, and his back legs were kicking at my pillow... I'm lucky I didn't get a foot in the face. Yep - that means that his back end was almost in my face. I don't know what he ate yesterday, but WHOAH. As soon as he felt me wiggling around, he woke up, realized how hot he was, and slithered onto the floor.
I was almost scared to sleep where he was laying.
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Whew. Glad Bob has you to sleep on instead of me. He only resorts to me when Bobo is hogging the bed and there's loud rain or thunder.
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