That's not what this post is about.
Sometime in the middle of the night, there was some thunder and lightening.
I was sleeping like this (except in my chair in the bedroom). And there was a VERY LOUD CLATTER (it was not the thunder).
Jasper had busted into the closet and was trying to hide in there among the shoes and shoe racks and really, there was no room for a big scaredy
Do you know he slept right up by their heads with his head on Mrs. Master's pillow and her arm around him?
That's a level of snuggling to which I will never succumb.
Now I have to train a dog to not be afraid of silly things.
It's a hard knock life,
Nora B. Webster