Raw Food Diet, 163- A Blissful 5 Hours

Last night, Follow-the-Rules-Mommy actually broke the rules.  I thought the entire world had turned upside down.

Since dad's away, (and she mentioned something about planning to wash the bedding today), she actually let Big Pupi and me sleep on the human crate!  Holy feasters!  At first I was so confused when she was calling me onto the bed.  I knew it was time for sleepies so I put myself in my crate like Good Boy and tried to ignore her tempting pats on the soft human blankies.  But when I saw Pupi make the leap and not get punished... I just couldn't resist!  Mom made us dewclaw-swear that we wouldn't push our luck after the night was over.  Right.  Now I know that the human crate is for the family!  I thrashed with joy and rubbed my scent all over dad's deliciously dad-smelling side.  

Big Pupi gets chilly at night, so he snoozled under the covers for most of the time.  

I, on the other hand, get steamy hot when I'm under blankies so I slept on top of the comforter with all of my manliness exposed, so that I could soak up as much of the air conditioning as possible.
Before we knew it, we were out.  Pupi and I snored like beasts and kicked as we dreamed sweet dreams of snoozling on the human crate.  We were so grateful to be allowed on the people bed, that we made sure to be extra good watch dogs and jump up to bark at every single sound we heard throughout the night.  Since we live in a city there are lots of sounds!  Mom was so thankful that we kept her safe.

After about 5 hours of quality sleeping and thrashing, the rule-enforcing side of mom's brain kicked back in and she carried us to our crates for proper sleepies.  She was mumbling something about "not sleeping a wink" and "needing at least an hour" and so we spent the next 90 minutes dreaming in our own stinky beds.  How are we supposed to protect her from there?

While it was a blissful 5 hours of daddy smells and people blankies, I guess Pupi and I didn't sleep that well either.  It must have been all that protecting we were doing.  Mom skipped our walk today but it didn't really matter - we both passed out after breakfast without our usual toy thrashing and wrestling matches.  I can't believe I'm saying this but... perhaps the human crate is better for watching baseball with dad and not so good for slumber parties.  There's just too much partying going on and not enough slumbering.  Today I am one tired boy.

Dad gets home soon!

Stanislaw