Dog gone

Posted on November 17, 2002 by Gene

It’s bedtime at my house. I’ve just about given up hope of sharing my bed again with anyone other than my dog. And tonight, it’s even lonelier – my dog is at my father’s house being babysat while I fly off to Phoenix. (I’m leaving from National Airport tomorrow morning, if anyone wants to organize some kind of going away ceremony. I’ll write a diatribe another day about the annoyance of having our airport renamed…)
Diego is a lil’ chihuahua, and he thinks he is a cat. He also thinks he is some kind of groundhog, as he burrows underneath any convenient blanket, bedspread, towel, shirt, etc. So, even though he is only 5 pounds, he manages to take up a spot right in the middle of my bed as if he were an enormous St. Bernard. I have to contort myself around this small obstruction all night, and when I move, he moves too – to snuggle up right beside me. I’ll miss that for the next week as I struggle to sleep in an impersonal hotel bed with stiff scratchy sheets and pillows that are made for tiny dogs. Like Diego.