This is how I woke up this morning.
Dog feet hovering over my face.
I guess it could have been worse, it could have been dog ass in my face.
Yeah, like that’s never happened.
Halo is part hound dog so she sleeps flat on her back with her feet in the air.
She usually sleeps down by my knees so it isn’t an issue, but when she creeps up by my waist I have huge, nasty dog feet in my face.
Sleeping with 5 dogs is a delicate balance. Everyone has their place: Sienna & Otis at the foot of the bed, Maggie on one side, Halo on the other and Arlo by my head. Arlo tends to use my face as a pillow and that’s almost as annoying as dog feet in my face, but not quite. Most of them sleep on the floor in the summer, and I don’t know what to do with all the room in my bed. It’s a little slice of heaven. But in the winter when it’s freezing outside and I’m between two bitches with head and foot warmers, it’s a slice of heaven too. With all that warmth and love I guess I can’t complain about the occasional feet in my face.