Sampson is a dog that knows when he’s tired. Once he’s reached his limit and had enough, he puts himself to bed. Most nights this time is between 8:00 and 9:00. He just gets up from wherever he is and goes into the bedroom.
As I’m sure most of you do, just before we head off to bed we let the dogs out for (hopefully) the last opportunity of the night. When they come back inside Sampson goes right back to bed.
Delilah may or may not go to bed, she may do a last check of the house to make sure no-one has left any food out that might tempt a mouse. She’s good like that.
I grab a handful of carrots and head into the bedroom. Delilah will jump up and lay against my pillows effectively blocking me from getting into bed. I carefully lift her up and slide my body underneath hers so I can hold her and love her.
Then Hubby comes to bed and Delilah jumps off and sits beside me. I use the carrots to lure Sampson up the bed to take his place between us. Once I have given out all the carrots, Delilah jumps up and settles herself at the bottom of the bed. Then some more cuddling and loving usually takes place. The light goes out and if all goes according to plan, we all go to sleep.
Last night for whatever reason Bob was creating a ruckus outside our bedroom door and the dogs jumped off no less than three times. When they finally settled, Delilah was about half-way up the bed and Sampson was sitting next to the bed looking at me.
I scooched over and said, “Come on big boy.”
He jumped up on the bed and took my spot, leaving me curled in the fetal position on about 6 inches of mattress, which is how I spent most of the night.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I’m just setting the story up for this morning.
Having spent the night either stretched out across my pillows or curled in the fetal position, it was understandable why I wanted to lie in this morning and hit the snooze button a couple of times.
Unfortunately for me as soon as Hubby finished in the kitchen and there was no more chance of getting any food, Delilah came back to bed and promptly started licking the sheet.
“Knock it off,” I told her.
She buried her head under the blanket and licked the sheet.
I got up, covered the sheet and stomped into the closet.
When I came out with my work clothes she was licking the sheet again.
I turned on the light and whipped the blanket off.
It’s not what it looks like.
At first I thought she’d brought some poop into the house to enjoy it on the bed, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be chocolate.
The only thing I can think of is I had a handful of chocolate chips last night and maybe I dropped one and body heat from sleeping melted it to the sheets.
I didn’t notice it, but the “Nose” did.