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The ol’ flop and sleep.

Megan — Sat, 15 May 2010 22:15:14 +0000

Sometimes I restrict the amount of time talk about Charles (aka Chuck, Charlie, Chuckles, Scoot or other spur of the moment, sporadic names) because I don’t want to be a crazy dog lady. I don’t think I am…but I might be and that fear keeps his travails and adventures under wraps most of the time. But, eh, I heart my dog. So deal with it.

On that note, Charles is a crazy sleeper. He sleeps with me most nights, so I would know. Occasionally he’ll curl up at the end of the bed and stay that way the entire night — rare but it does happen. Most nights he’s up and wiggling about. He’ll toss, turn and scratch until he’s happy. If it’s a really rough night he’ll get up, move around and then throw his 8 lb. body against my back. Just thrash and toss to make sure that I know he’s not a happy camper. He’s really precious. I swear.

Amongst his crazy sleeping habits are his crazy sleeping positions. With his liver problem he is often exhausted to the point of being floppy. You can contort him about like a rag doll and he will barely open his eyes. He will let you do as you will. This being the case, he falls asleep and happily remains in some of the most bizarre places and positions. Because I love my dog and want to share his joy with the world, I (the ever generous picture sharer) am here to document his greatest moments. Tada:

Told you they were good.

Can't quite pull his last leg into the bed.

Between a pillow and a soft spot.

Half-n-half. Can't quite pick a position, so he just combines them.

Wedged between the side of the couch and the cushion...

Feeling floppy.

Taking cover for his nap. Under a magazine that is.

Isn’t he precious? I thought so too.

Whoa Tiger.

Megan — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 03:41:46 +0000

Hey, did you know that tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Only the second most wondrous holiday of the entire year. A whole day devoted to thanks… oh and turkey, mashed potatoes, pie, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, gravy, among a multitude of other artery clogging foods. (Yum). It’s one of those days I look forward to all year. ALL YEAR PEOPLE. Sometimes I think that I need to buy a deep freezer so I can stock up on turkeys and make Thanksgiving a monthly ritual. If by chance this happens, keep your tabs on me because I may need an entry form to the Biggest Loser after a few years. It’s pure love.

On the other hand I am not a fan of the Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade. I don’t really “get” parades. Especially the ones that show case ambulances and have convertibles reserved for the “Pork Princess”. Maybe I sat through one too many Corn Carnival parades in Iowa over the past 23 years. Tractor, after tractor, after tractor followed by fire trucks and baton twirlers sort of wore me out. Once you reach the age where you can’t shove small children out of the way for Tootsie Rolls and Dum-Dums, parades sort of lose their sparkle. So, I’ll be skipping the parade, wearing sweats and gearing up for a tryptophan coma starting somewhere around 3:00. Not sure it gets much better than that!

Hope your Thanksgiving is equally as fulfilling!

About to burst.

Megan — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 05:11:25 +0000

So… I have so much to write about, so many things just dying to get out. But, I’ve eaten myself into a food induced coma and can barely function. It could have to do with the sundae I had here:

The bread I ate all day long:

Or Fred, the crab we had for dinner.

Had to say which exactly did me in, but did me in they did. Hope you’re jealous… I’m going to go sleep this one off. Oy.