Not only do I sleep like a log, but so does Bella, our little red poodle.
Under the soft and worn quilt, both Bella and I often slip into a sound slumber.
Today, I didn’t have time for a nap, but the quilt sure looked inviting.
Getting closer I noticed that all I could see was the bottom half of Bella’s body sticking out from under the quilt – two hind legs, the under side of half her tummy and that was about it.
So I peeked under the quilt.
Come out, come out, wherever you are sweet Bella.
No, I didn’t have the heart to wake up the sleeping princess dog.
Yapping at leaves, grass, rustling bushes and an occasional animal is rough work. Bella needs her beauty sleep.