Oreo of course was laying by my pillow when I went to bed. The blankets were all askew after a night of me turning back and forth, so I set to fixing it. Oreo was on the blankets as I started pulling them down to the foot of the bed, but she slid off. When I pulled the sheets and blanket back up neatly to the pillow, she ended up underneath them. She was so out of it, in fact - whites of her eyes showing as her eyelids fluttered delicately in sleep - that I just pushed her to the side and crawled in beside her.

I rolled over and heard a muffled breathing sound - from underneath my ear. I look up to see she’s shoved her muzzle underneath my pillow. Well, who am I to judge; I laid my head back down. She must have decided it wasn’t very fun, because just then she pulled her head out and stretched, her paws against the pillow, shoving it into my face, her back paws tickling my elbow.

Well, okay then, you settled now? I try to fall asleep. My mind was racing, but I was doing an admirable job of snuggling in. Next thing I know Oreo’s stretching again and I have two paws in my face (literally) and two more pushing against my stomach.

So I’m thinking that sharing a bed with a furry, claw-equipped, restless dog isn’t the best idea. But instead of telling her to get to the foot of the bed? I got back up.