My friends and I decided to brave the storm last night with a mission for a strong drink at a somewhat dry bar. By the time we got to a bar we all looked like thirsty wet dogs. Something about having to trek to a bar makes the drinks taste to much better. When I arrived home my night got even better because I was watching a lovely little pup.
This was not my first night of drinking and waking up with a dog spooning me. Last summer, I was woken up by my brother and his wife laughing, because there dog had crawled up on the bed and made me a little spoon. I was very surprised when I woke up to find a paw over my shoulder. But for a gangley Grey Hound he was a top noch spooner.