Miss E is sick. AGAIN. And she fell asleep on the couch at 6:30 pm. I stumbled to carry her to the bedroom, with Bear following us with "What, Mama?" "What, Mama?" "Me, too, MAMA!"
When E was finally settled on the big bed, the two dogs bounded in and made themselves comfortable, too.
Too comfortable.
Mr. Buddy likes to be CLOSE, especially when he's sleeping. So, somehow, one of his back legs rested on E's head, which was fine until he started dreaming. And then he kicked her - not hard, but enough for her to wail, "AAGGGH!"
"Oh, sorry Siss-ha!" said Bear, in her sing-song voice (it's clear now that this is becoming an automatic response).
"No, BEAR. It waaas... Buddd-ddy...." she droned.
"Oh, sorry, Siss-ha!"
"BEAR." E was waking up now. "IT WASN'T YOU. BUDDY!" E cried.
"No, Siss-ha. Me, Bear. Right?"
"You, Siss-ha. Right?"
"Bud-dy, Boo," points to Buddy.
"Daisy Doo," points to space.
"Mommy Doo....and, Dad-dy Doo!"
She's SO pleased with herself now! Laughing and pointing and announcing the family to herself.
Then, "No! Not Dad-dy Doooo!" she giggled.
And in her feverish state, E surrendered the fight, or, just happened to fall asleep during the rest of Bear's show.
