Somebody didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. Somebody is tired and grumpy. This is all self inflicted of course as he fussed and wiggled in bed all night. So much so the vest of doom was pulled out of the wardrobe (the thunder shirt.) This public humiliation may of hurt his pride and forced him into a silent huff for thirty minutes or so but it did not solve Willies night time escapades.
If he was upside down, he was upright. If he was under covers he was ontop of them. He slept on us, next to us, far and near. He hogged pillows, stretched diagonally, starfished and curled. He snorted, puffed and grunted, circled and paced. He was a right pain in the arse.
Was it a full moon? Had he eaten too much cheese? Who knows but I do know he got his own back for the torturous thundershirt for each pillow he shared, he had a strategically placed bum hole (complete with deadly gases on tap) and when the pillows were not enough…
Well, there is nothing like a dog sleeping on your face in their birthday suit – no problems with person space for him as he drags his genitals across daddies face as he sleeps unsuspecting, as Willie looks for that perfect spot but I knows nothing about the wee wet patch by Mr 3WD&P head – you know what they say…
See no evil, hear no evil, see no evil 🙈🙉🙊
What Mr 3WD&P doesn’t know won’t hurt him 🤢🤣🤪
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