I went to into Dylan's room to check on him before I went to bed the other night and this is what I found. At first it did not dawn on me what I was seeing, until I started to wonder where Rufus was. Where was his head? All I could see was his butt and tail. Do you realize that Eric and I have spent money on nice pillows and pillow cases that match the sheets and this boy chooses to sleep on the dog. The dog that has not had a bath in all the time we have known him. He is afraid of water, yes I know, a lab afraid of water!!?
This boy and this dog sleep like this a lot I take it and from the looks of it, neither one minds it. Wouldn't you think that the dog would have a hard time breathing? Just where is his head anyway? Doesn't Dylan get a kink in his neck from sleeping on him like that? I understand that it is warm but please! That dog rolls in stinky stuff from the neighbors yard and if that was not enough! That little boy plays in mud and other things that his mother does not want to think about. Neither of these two mind.
Either way, some days I wish I was six and had a big old dog to sleep on again. Feeling that warmth of his body and feeling him breathing in and out. And knowing that nothing could hurt me with him right there, scaring away monsters or mom's with their cameras. (That is the dirtiest look Rufus has. My flash woke him up, but not Dylan.) Is there anything more convenient to have than a dog that will serve as a face cleaner and a pillow? Let alone a protector, I think not.
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