Apparently thunderstorms rolled through Atlanta last night. Normally I would have slept right through them, but this morning-at some very early, God forsaken hour between midnight and 4am-I woke up to a scared pup slowly crawling onto our bed before plopping down right on my chest. As we’ve recently learned, Bear does not like thunder- at all. And even though we have a strict “no dogs in bed” rule, we’re not monsters with hearts made of stone so we let her stay. Four hours of shifting, spinning, burrowing, and sneak kiss attacks later, she finally found the perfect spot equally situated between both my knees and my husband’s and let us get some sleep.
Pretty sure it wasn’t even two hours later before our alarm went off 😂 Good thing she’s so cute.
So if you need me, I’ll be over here moving just a bit slower and wishing I drank coffee 😉
