Jo Rhett (jorhett) wrote,
Jo Rhett

Here I go, trying to kill my puppy.

Last night, saddened by yesterday's revelations, I went to sleep on the couch with Eddie curled up on the blanket between my legs and her head on my belly -- her favorite way to sleep. I don't do this often enough, and I have no idea how many times I'll get to do it again.

I woke around 2:30am to find that somehow the blanket had left me and wrapped up Eddie in a burrito. Her tongue was hanging half a mile out of her mouth and she was panting her heart out. She was clearly overheated. But she wouldn't leave me, wouldn't jump down. I finally lifted her up (hard from underneath) and got her clear of the blanket and we ran together out to the yard. She stood for like 20 minutes just drinking in the cool air outside.

I think most nights I would be irritated that she wouldn't come back in, but I went outside and sat with her in the cool air. Just drinking the moment in.

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