Sleeping Warm

Years and years ago, right after my father had his heart attack, my Mom stayed with me. She slept in my bed and I took the guest room. Murphy, knowing something was wrong, climbed into bed with Mom every night and laid her head on Mom's legs. Mom, who'd never slept with a dog in her life, was delighted.

This week it's really cold here in Seattle. I turn the heat off at night, so I encouraged Sage to come up and sleep with me. I am sandwiched between Sage and Annie. Totally toasty warm, with Annie doing her best Murphy imitation laying her head on my legs.

It does not get much better.

Murphy's day.