a dog on the bed


Hannah and Heidi are blowing their coats.

In Labrador Retriever or dog lingo, it simply means that they are mega-shedding.  It happens twice yearly – winter and summer – not fall and spring as one would ordinarily assume.

Labs shed year around, so the vacuum cleaner makes its rounds every few days. And because of this, I do not allow my dogs on any furniture.

Hannah and Heidi, known as “the girls,” have their own dog beds in the family room as well as in my bedroom.  They spend the nights in my bedroom, and knowing they are there is such a comfort.

A few weeks ago in the middle of the night, around 2 a.m., I suddenly became aware of a dog on my bed. I could tell by the heft and movement that it was Heidi.  It was a shock because neither of the girls have ever been permitted to be on my bed, nor have they ever even considered doing it.

I was barely semi-conscious, so I didn’t even bother to turn on the light. I humped my body and moved my legs, and she jumped off the bed.

Only a few minutes had passed, when I felt her jump back on my bed. This time she laid down over my body.  I was sleeping on my stomach, and her weight was very uncomfortable. Again, I contorted my body to get her to move, and she jumped off.

I began to wonder why this was happening because it was completely out of the norm.  But because I was so sleepy, I just pulled up the covers and drowsed off again.

But then, oddly enough, Heidi jumped up on the bed a third time and draped her body over my legs and lower back.  Three times in one night?! I knew the comforter would be loaded with black hair. Again,  I kicked my legs until she finally jumped off the bed.

And that was it. The rest of the night was quiet and uneventful until the early morning sun started to leak in around the window shade.

It was time to rise and start my day.

Remembering Heidi’s sojourns onto my bed during the night, the first thing I did was to pull the comforter up to the pillows to see how much hair and dirt had been deposited.

I smoothed the comforter and stared.

There was not one single black hair to be seen . . .