Dorothy Findley

One would think that sharing a queen size bed with a fifteen pound rat terrier would be a piece of cake. One would be wrong. I woke up this morning to a loud snarling sound, similar to that of a congested rhinoceros.  I glanced at the clock: 4am. . For most people, 4am wake up would be an unspeakable offense, punishable by bed banishment. Sadly, I wake up around 4:45 on a regular basis. As such, I didn’t push her off the bed -but I was annoyed.

What in the world is going on here? I only have forty five minutes-FORTY FIVE minutes- of precious precious sleep left. I am not ready for this shiz. I rolled over. Dot, in all of her tiny glory, conquered three fourths of the bed. What’s wrong with this picture:v 5’7’’ girl clinging to the side of the mattress VS. 15 lb. tiny dog covered by FOUR pillows stretched out like a snake. Hmmmm. Goodbye forty five minutes.

This behavior is typical, and routine for my dog Dot. Dot is a fourteen year old rat terrier, who sadly resembles a cow when she grazes walks in the grass. (Oops) She loves burrowing under blankets, pillows, sweaters and the like. The only way to really explain this is to observe the creature in her natural habitat.

The Cinnamon Bun 

The Wedge

The Mountain Climber 

Stealth 

The Lounge 

 

 So this is my partner in crime- a professional burrower. That's right, my companion through thick and thin, by my side to endure the sunshine and traffic that is L.A. A one eyed- did I mention fourteen year old- rat terrier. Seriously, between my job and law school you think she would help out a little more. Right?

What are you lookin' at?