Oliver seems to be an all-or-nothing kind of pup. He plays way too hard, eats way too fast, pees all the time, and alternatively, sleeps like a rock. Nothing really wakes this pug up. Out of boredom, I sometimes stare at him and say, “Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, Oliver, Oliver, Ollie,” repeatedly, thinking it’ll wake him up.
Not so much.
He has this pillow next to my bed that he sleeps on and knows it’s all his. If he were normal, he’d sleep on the center of the pillow, but I often find him sleeping so far to the edge it’s only a matter of time or one good stretch before he falls off. Last night was no exception. As I was walking towards my bed, I saw him do a full body stretch, and in slow motion- the kind where you know what’s about to happen but you suddenly have no power to stop it- I see him start to roll…and then suddenly, he looks like this:
I wish I could say that I quickly came and helped him, but I had to stop laughing first. On top of it all, he stayed that way for a good thirty seconds, paw in the air, staring at me. After I got over myself I picked him up, gave him a big kiss on the head, and put him back on the pillow—in the center.
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