Elsa has found ways to worm herself into our little family. And she is winning.
We chose a smaller dog when we were looking to fill the hole left in our lives when we lost Rozie. And that’s what Elsa was – a smaller dog. We figured as we age, we will need a light-weight for us to be able to lift and carry. Ha!
Elsa is verging now on being a heavy-weight who has used her sweetness and big dark eyes for treats and more treats and delicious people food handouts. Yes, I know this is the fault of us humans who fall for canine pleading.
But what about sleeping? What would make a little (fat) dog work on getting into bed between two humans?
Fear.
And witnessing the abject fear demonstrated by Elsa (at any unusual sound emanating from the terrifying forest primeval) prompted us to allow her to join us abed “just this once.”
And now tis a nightly event.
She waits until 3 or 4AM to make sure we are too groggy to say, “NO” and shivers and shakes a bit to convince us she is frightened about something (a bear outside our window or an intruder or thunder or gunshots)? After all, it is hunting season in our neck of the woods in southwestern Virginia.
Alas! We have fallen once again for Elsa’s charms and her well thought out tactics.
The battle is on for bed space.
And there you have it – the ultimate bedtime story.
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