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Part 47: Straddling

If it wasn't a tail wagging in my face, it was a little cold nose pressed into my side underneath my shirt as I slept. The second I went to bed, Sophie was under the covers in the crook of my legs and Bentley had his head on the pillow next to my face and soul then change positions so his long fluffy tail feather dustered my face as he slept.

Waking up this morning to little doggy tongue licking my neck and hands, I understand why the man said good luck. They are high energy and wild and up in your business.

But.

I love them.

They are cuddly and frankly nice company to have since I blacklisted everyone else in my life.

Sliding out of bed this morning, I head into my restroom and as I yawn, I feel odd. When I open my eyes, I have both dogs sitting staring at me.

"You know, just because I watch you two go to the bathroom so I can clean it up- doesn't mean I want you watching me." Both dogs walk out and I honestly surprised they understood.

Finishing up in the bathroom, I head downstairs and start setting up their things. Their food bowls stay in the hallways on a mat, I put their beds in the living room by the fireplace and their toys in a small wicker basket next to the couch and their bones in their beds so they know they can lay there. After feeding them, I make my breakfast and sit and eat it....but they watch me. Their eyes never leave me or my spoon full of cereal.

"Should I go to work today?" Sophie lays down and Bentley turns his head to the side happily. "You're right. I should stay with you two today. Why not?"

Bentley barks and turns around in a circle a few times.

"Go potty?" Now both bark and prance back and forth. Getting up, I head to the back door and open it up.

Zoom!!!!

Out and around the backyard they go, diving into snow and racing all over the fenced yard. They seem so happy out there. I can't imagine who would just leave them tired up to a dumpster. How awful. They're helpless creatures with big hearts. They're like children. Precious gifts- pain in the arse gifts- but precious gifts nonetheless.

After getting their zoomies out, they go potty and come back to the door. They bark a bit and I let them in. Prancing towards the living room Bentley lays down on the carpet and just as I turn to rinse my bowl and out it away, I turn back and find Sophie straddling him across the back like he's a cushion or something.

"Why are you laying on him? Don't you know how hot he is? He doesn't want you on his back." She lays down all the way and so. They are both asleep. "Poor babies...must be exhausted. I bet no ones ever loved you this much. Probably never meant to have dogs and got rid of you like you were nothing to them."

I sigh and head over, laying next to them on the carpet.

"I know the feeling. Abuse and being unwanted. You just want to know what it's like to be actually loved. Want to know what it's like to be looked after and cared for. What a home is." I quietly say. "Me too...me too babes."

We nap on the floor for half the day and honestly, I don't mind this lazy week. Not working, no one calling or texting or patients. Just me. Bentley. And Sophie.

Wonderful.

Blissful.

Peaceful.

Woooooooffff!!!!

Opening my eyes to Bentley yodel bowling, he's standing in my bay window angrily barking and growling. Getting up quickly, I look at the clock on my wall, 7:09. Dammit. I slept the day away again. Bentley is still angrily barking and when I go to check out the window- I immediately regret it. There on my walk are the men. What makes it worse- is they see me. Shaking my head, I go to the door and behind me come Bentley and Sophie barking and growling. Slipping on my shoes, I unlock the door and step outside- the dogs narrowly escaping as I go. I hold my arms across my chest due to the cold breeze and me being only in a t-shirt and pajama pants.