Dragging a little

Last night, around 2am, Chino decided to sound the alert.  By alert, I mean that he rose out of his fleece lined slumber, walked out of our bedroom, to the top of the stairs and started barking.  The barking echoed down the stairs, amplifying the "white trash hound dog" sound that is unmistakably his.  I heard Nick mumble to Chino to shut up and I did the same.  In typical Chino fashion, he completely and blatantly ignored the both of us and continued woofing at whatever it was that had the nerve to make a noise in the middle of the night.  

Nick got up to escort Chino back to bed and I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the whole situation.  As he went to the hall to retrieve our watch dog, Chino must have turned quickly, headed into our room and jumped on the bed - at the end of the bed, on Nick's side.  I heard Nick tell him NO and to move, to which Chino got up, walked down to Nick's pillow and laid down with a dramatic (overly, if you ask me) *sigh*.  Again, Nick told him that this little arrangement was NOT GOING TO WORK, so Chino go up, again and plopped himself between my legs, as if to say, "fine, are you happy, now?"  Well, Nick sure was happy because Chino became my problem at this point.

I'm a bit of a finicky sleeper - I like things how I like them and like to lay how I lay, so having a 70lb mutt laying between my legs severely restricted my sleeping options.  I was so tired, that I went back to sleep and decided to just enjoy my oversized leg warmer.  A couple of hours later, I woke up to find my legs all twisted and Chino slowly trying to kick me out and off of my side of the bed, by leaning his entire body weight onto my legs.  Compounding the problem was Nick's sleeping position - in which his legs mimic the position of a jumping jack-open-from corner to corner on the bed (that sounded dirty, but you know what I mean).  So here we were....Nick - taking up 3/4 of the bed, Chino - feeling like he deserved the ENTIRE bed and me, arranging and rearranging my legs around a huffy mutt.

For reasons that I can't explain, I didn't kick Chino out of bed.  My brain wasn't functioning at that high level of reason.  Rather, I continued to huff and puff and scoot him around, trying to reclaim my side of the bed and the covers that his body was swallowing up.  Finally, 6:30am rolled around, after a long evening's worth of bed wars.  I got up to brush my teeth and get ready for the gym.  By the time I got back into the room, Chino was completely spread out on my side, watching me go about my morning routine as if to say, "see, if you had  just gotten up awhile ago, we could have avoided that whole song and dance."  

Chino Diablo - living the tragedy, one day at a time and taking us along for the ride...oops...I mean walk.