The year is 2011. The morning is young.
2:18 AM Chow Maine thinks she is in combat and starts doing laps around the perimeter of the bed. Four laps around and then pouncing from one pillow across the headboard over to the other pillow, and then leaping to the floor with a loud plop. One would think she weighed 40 pounds.
2:37 AM Tall Cool ☺ne has had enough. He gets out of the bed. She runs out of the bedroom; he closes the door saying something about a stupid cat.
3:01 AM I can’t take her scratching and clawing at the door any more — it sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard. I get up with the flash light, open the door and she peaks around the corner as if to say, “Want to play?” I go out to the kitchen over to her dish. “Come here!” She thinks she is going to be fed. I scoop her up, carry her back to the bed. Chow Maine does a little kneading with her claws and settles in under the covers, purring. I am just about to the land of “La-La” when she is out from under the covers, across the bed with a loud thump on the floor.
3:32 AM Grrrrrr, she is driving me crazy! I get up and she immediately runs out of the bedroom. I throw a sweatshirt toward the door at her hoping to dissuade her from coming back. Tall Cool ☺ne snickers and says, “She is just going to keep doing it”. I get settled back under the covers and start that deep breathing that comes just before sleep and …
3:55 AM Bow Wow, Wow, Wow; it is Foxtrot. He has a deep southern drawl type bark that almost makes me think that he is saying, “I really don’t want to put too much effort into this barking thing but I feel like I should bark.” He has the Sam Elliot of dog barks.
4:09 AM I lay there thinking, he won’t bark that long, he’s not real loud. He will quiet down in a minute. He does. I’m back in that mode of falling asleep. Suddenly his brother, Charlie starts: Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, and ruff! He has that high pitched beagle in a big dog bark that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He has the Pee Wee Herman of dog barks.
4:28 AM I drag myself out of the bed and open the window and yell for the two meatheads to be quiet, not in such a nice tone either. Charlie, the daring one, tests me and barks a couple more times. This time I yell just at him. Minutes later I am back under the covers and I am wondering why bother because it’s almost time for the alarm. But sleep seems to come easy and just as I am sauntering off, plunk right in the center of my stomach. Chow Maine is back… How the heck?
Sleep is one of those things that the value cannot be truly appreciated unless it is interrupted. Years later, the dogs have found their place over the rainbow. Chow Maine is still making her rounds reminding us how precious sleep is. Once we are up, she finds a resting place for the day, usually on the couch where she can bask in the sunshine.
Sleep is something I do not take for granted. As I think about this I am convicted by how many things that I cannot place a value on because I have not been without them. Food, water, shelter, clothing; all things I take for granted every day; simple things like toilet paper. There are so many people that don’t have simple things. The things that I take for granted every day. Things like being able to take a shower and wash my hair, a washer and dryer so that I can clean my clothes. Maybe my deprivation from sleep was a wake up call. Are there things I can do without? I don’t think toilet paper is one of them and I know that sleep definitely is not. Chow Maine reminds me of this each morning. But …. I wonder……
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