Wednesday, February 15, 2012
As I was working on the last post I heard a strange noise coming from the living room. Anyone who has dogs, or pets for that matter, comes to be suspicious of strange noises or long silences. You know something is afoot. I went over, flicked on the light. Ty, normally quite adept at covering himself with blankets to stay warm, had spun himself into an old comforter and inadvertently inserted himself into a widening hole. By the time I arrived half his body was into the comforter insulation and he was lifting his head against the resistance like a rooting pig. That strange sound was the rending of fabric and stitching as Ty continued to force himself deeper into the comforter. Sigh. The pleasure of living with canids.