Why do they call it raining cats and dogs? Because one day a man stepped outside and stepped in a poodle! (My daughter, Aggie Girl, contributed this one.)
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I stay up normally until about 1:30-2:30 a.m.. This is when I work on “Verse of the day” and the daily devotional. I want it to be up and fresh for my early bird readers. I have gotten used to this sleep schedule and when I first started it my plan was to stay up late and sleep late. It just does not work out!! I NEVER, for one reason or another, get to sleep late and it usually centers around Gracie!
Gracie has become a yapper!! It can be during my prayer time, blog time, sleeping late time, basically any time! There will be such quiet and stillness. I can hear the doves cooing in my yard. All is quiet and serene…then suddenly you would think the devil himself was after her! Howling, barking, growling pierces the peace and calm! I jump almost out of my skin, my heart begins to beat like a lion is chasing me, and I am aggravated to no end!!!!
With that being said, I love Gracie!! I have tried everything! Obedience school, rewards, extra exercise…NOTHING works!! But for all of her faults, I love her and love covers a multitude of sins, or faults in this case!
This morning I woke up for what I thought would be a brief time. I do that. I will wake up, but within five minutes I am asleep again. Hubby always gets up for work, takes Gracie out of the bed to let her potty, and then she waits for me on the couch or by the glass door until I am up for the day.
I stretched my legs across the bed to “sprawl out” a little bit and my leg hits something. It was Gracie. She must have been too sleepy to get up this morning. I decide to cuddle with her because it always relaxes me and I go to sleep faster! I call out in my “baby coddling” voice, “Gwacieee…come to Mommie…come on, sweet baby.” She didn’t move. I push my leg against her again because, since she is a cuddlebug, if I touch her she instantly comes to cuddle with me. I barely felt the slightest movement. “Something is terribly wrong!” I thought. She had to be sick! Maybe even deathly sick! I bolt upright, I lean over the small mound and I gently begin to rub her back. “Gracie, are you okay?? Come cuddle with Mommie! Come to Mommie, Gracie!!” I was getting more frantic with each cajole!!
I decided to face whatever truth was laying beneath those covers while hubby was still home! If it was bad I would need him! I threw back the comforter, then I threw back the blanket. Finally, all I had left was the sheet. I notice a deformity! Oh, sweet goodness, it was MUCH WORSE THAN I THOUGHT!!! I frantically threw back the sheet! Suddenly, I blinked and blinked hard. Under the sheet was the piece of foam my husband puts between his knees so his back doesn’t hurt while he sleeps! Usually he will put it under his pillow to be used the next night! Don’t ask me why he didn’t do it today!
I felt relief and panic mingled all together. I fell back against my pillows, thanking God it wasn’t my beloved Gracie!! There was NO sleeping at that point! I came to the living room and there she was, my honey colored baby, curled in a ball, sleeping peacefully and healthy! Well, at least one of us isn’t tired!