So here’s the thing. I have this little dog named Tinker/Tink/Tinkerbell…whichever comes out of your mouth she answers to. Now Tinker is normally a cute little fluffy thing that weighs in at about 11 lbs. She usually sleeps on her little bed which sits at the end of our bigger bed (I know…don’t say it…I do realize she should not be in our bed at all). She is pretty good about staying towards the end except in the morning if she thinks you’re awake she will crawl up and demand attention.
Recently, she had surgery and ended up in a cone. Yes the dreaded cone. It reminded me of a card I once saw that said. “It’s all fun and games until someone ends up in a cone!” It had a pathetic picture of a dog with a cone around its head. Well now my cute little dog basically resembles Frankenstein’s dog. Shaved spots, stitches, really it is absolutely pathetic. We currently call her Frankenweenie. Anyway, because of this cone, Tinker thinks she needs extra cuddling time and sometimes she acts like she can’t walk. Its like she believes the the cone is somehow wrapped around her legs.
Since the cone has attached itself to her neck, Tinker has been crawling up and sleeping right next to me. Basically that is the equivalent of putting a space heater under the covers with me. Now even in the dead of winter, I do NOT want a space heater in my bed. My hot-natured self seems to have its own internal space heater on a regular day but given that my internal temperature has risen by 100 degrees lately, this is really not going well. Normally I might kick her little butt down to the end of the bed but the compassionate side of me (yes, I have one even in these times), does not have the heart to move her especially when she seems so comfortable. I’m thinking if I had a cone on my head it would not be easy to find a comfortable sleeping position.
So needless to say, I have been suffering. I’m getting Way Too Hot. I can’t sleep, roll over or half the time stretch my legs out because Frankenweenie is there and I might hurt her. Some nights I truly want to throw her little butt out of the bed but again that compassionate sides reminds me that she looks like Scarface with a cone and I just lay back, suffer and sweat to death. I have two more nights and then the stitches come out and the cone comes off. YEAH!!! My biggest fear is that she has developed a habit that may be hard to break. I have no doubt she enjoys sleeping smack up against my leg. But here’s the thing…when the cone is gone, my compassion will dwindle and her butt will be set back down on her bed. I am nearly at my breaking point with the whole heat thing anyway and having a space heater beside me is just about to send me over the edge. It’s possible that I may be the next one in a cone if something doesn’t give soon. I really need the 11 lb space heater back where she belongs.
Does anyone know about this heat thing? I keep wondering are others walking around and feeling like they are on fire. I also keep picturing the Human Torch on the Fantastic Four. I’m pretty sure this idea must of came from a perimenpausal (is this a word?) woman.
Until next time, have a great day and Enjoy!