I started writing hours ago, but do you know how hard it is to stay awake while you write about sleeping? Being a puppy is hard work. There is so much to explore and sniff. We’re still trying to figure out the most adorable face to use that will get us snacks and extra puppy chow. So sometimes, we just have to fall asleep. It just happens. Whether it’s your lap or any other part of you, all we need is a place to feel safe — though a tummy-full of snacks doesn’t hurt.
It’s not my fault that your work is so boring it puts me to sleep.
Someday I want my human to make me a denim pillow in this exact shape.
Good snuggles are the next best thing to being in mommy’s tummy.
Wake me up when you are ready to drop sandwich stuff or need your fingers licked.
Tell me again about the day I got ‘dopted.
She said, “You can sleep here if you fit,” and that’s the last thing I remember.
Every time she sings, “You Are My Sunshine,” I fall asleep. Every. Time.
I do not understand what yoga is, but I think it means making the perfect lap bed.
I used to get embarrassed when she dressed so we match, but now — I don’t know — I find it kind of soothing.
I don’t like it when people call me a Wookie, except that it rhymes with cookie, and I like those. Also, my name is Bruce.
I’ll probably wake up with a kink in my neck, but I fit so well right here.
