This is my daughters dog Barsky who we will nickname No-Doze from now on, or ND for short.
ND is staying with us for a few days while my daughter takes a much deserved break (FROM HER DOG). ND has a lot of energy and a yipping whiny bark unlike any other dog. Probably because his breed is part dingo. ND loves to run around and play. He has a lot of energy. Last night we tried to let ND decide where he wanted to sleep and just gave him the run of the house as we do with our dogs. MISTAKE! He apparently thinks I am the substitute Katy. He followed me everywhere I tried to lay down. Oddly enough, last night I decided to lay in my bed. After a couple of hours ND decided he must also be in my bed. Licking my face. Then laying on my pillow. Then laying on my head. Finally laying on my feet. I found feet laying perfectly acceptable, for the ten minutes he was able to lay still.
Apparently the big dog was jealous (as she often is) and so she decided she needed to be in the bedroom too. But only for a half hour, then she wanted to go back to her normal sleeping spot. The living-room. As soon as she left the room ND lept up and out and chased around to see where she was going and what she was doing. 15 minutes later ND would come back to my bedroom to lick my face, and sleep on my head. Of course the big dog would follow because she was jealous and then the whole cycle would start all over again!
At some point we also had a fire drill. A fire engine went by which immediately causes the big dog to run out in the backyard and start howling. Apparently this was a call to party for ND who ran outside and joined in the howling barking fun.
Earlier in our very long night of sleep attempts my poor neighbors picked last night to come home late. Swoosh…out go the great defenders with a cacophony of barks.
Eventually we (all three dogs and I)moved out to the living room so my husband could get some sleep and where ND couldn’t fit on the couch with me (shhhh, that’s what I told him even though he could have) so he slept on the floor next to me, as long as I kept my hand on him. As soon as I moved my hand because I fell asleep he would leap up and and try to climb on top of me.
The highlight of the evening was when I was sleeping with one hand on the dog and apparently my mouth wide open and suddenly breathed in something that made me cough and choke. I do not even want to think about what it was that probably dropped in my mouth.
Luckily he is about the cutest thing ever when I’m wide awake!
(I really have to start wearing long pants when I watch TV at night, or stop taking pictures from that angle)