"Miss Martha, you are so weird!" "I know . . . isn't it wonderful!?"

Foggy pre-sleep memories

of last night . . .

 

Buddy is too old to jump into  bed anymore, so, when he’s here there is a huge nest of a dog bed, blankets, and comforters (yes, plural) into which he nestles to sleep.  I go to bed before the dogs or Kenny.  Last night, I remember vaguely opening my eyes and seeing Kenny lifting almost 80 pound Buddy and putting him in bed with us.

 

Moments like that remind me why I married him.

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