It's been a long couple of weeks trying to get everybody healthy, happy, rested and restored. Butley is on his second round of medication to help offset some of his allergy related ailments and requires bathing every third day with allergy shots on Sunday. Additionally, weekly appointments with the veterinarian as Butley is on some quest to convince Todd and Angie that having a dog is, in fact, an equivalent expense as sending a child to college. After all that, we decided a rest was needed. But Todd called to follow up, make a rare voice appearance in Iowa, interrupt what would otherwise be known as a nap and the pictures above are a demonstration of what Todd would have seen, had he been where I was. Butley, head resting heavily on hip bones, listening to every word his father said; Cadence snuggled up, but having learned not to rest hear weary head any place she so desired.
We brokered a deal this evening with Butley in the hopes of restoring some equilibrium to his world, making him feel more like family and less like the outcast: no snoring and you can sleep in bed. So far, so good. Except that it's 1:37 am and three dogs, two people in bed results in at least one living thing waking up, finding that it is not possible to contort yourself any further and actually sleep and relinquishing rest for paper writing.
We can try the nap thing again tomorrow.
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