Friday, January 8, 2010
Superdog earns her keep on cold winter nights.
Granted, I understand you Northerners have -60 degree nights and shovel snow off your driveway on a daily basis in winter, but that's why I don't live further north. A 20 degree morning makes me want to cry...if I didn't think my tears would freeze.
I know lots of people don't allow their dogs in their beds, and I was one of those people until I got Superdog. I didn't want dog hair in my bed, I didn't want dog accidents in my bed, and I didn't want to watch where I tossed and turned out of fear of squashing a small dog.
But then I saw this little face:
And she cried when she was away from us. So I relented.
You wouldn't think a five-pound Chihuahua would be such a fantastic living heater, but she really is. So much so that on a cold night, Superman and I might pull her over to our side to warm our tootsies.
Last night, she cuddled up around my stomach, and I thought, "Ahhhh...now this is really nice." She was stretched out, and I was stretched out, and there was peace on the earth.
Until she moved and put her cold little nose against my skin.
I rearranged my position where my legs made kind of a 4 shape, which was an open invitation to her. She loves nesting, and any small space between your legs is fair game.
And her cold little nose was against my legs. And she kept smacking her lips. On what, I don't know, but it quickly got annoying.
I pushed my legs over to Superman, hoping to warm them, but that position quickly became uncomfortable. Superdog sneezed. Ew.
I pushed her unwilling body over to Superman.
Then I got cold.
I moved over and cuddled next to both of them.