Nobody in my house will accept responsibility for the violence directed at this poor, snowy white stuffed dog. Even worse, nobody will take responsibility for the concurrent destruction of my Bobbi Brown lipstick. BOBBI BROWN, ladies. You feel me?
Dog suffers dastardly crime...
I go in search of the culprit and discover a potential suspect, who has holed up in a hideout, barricading himself inside.
Anybody in there? Show yourself!
I order the person of interest to come out and explain himself. There is no sound.
Letting his guard down.
Circling the structure with catlike subtlety, I peer in through a hole in the wall. There he is, enjoying the sleep of the innocents. I’m remain unconvinced.
We'll question him when he wakes up.
I’ll have to wait outside, lest he sneak out and make off in his getaway car. In the meantime, doggy is getting a bath on the “hot” cycle, with some bleach.
The prognosis for a good nap is excellent. The prognosis for a clean puppy is not good. The prognosis for my lipstick is too depressing for me to discuss right now.
I keep turning my head this way and that, and I still can’t figure out what angle I took this from.
Ahhh, yes. Stuck in a crevice.
I think he’s waiting for rescue. Puppy is alert.
A cozy crevice, indeed.
As his boy sleeps on.
Apparently, the boiling oil didn’t even have a chance.
Needs fort-building training.
William’s fort appears to have been unable to withstand the rough play to which it was subjected. Duckie is the likely culprit. Blue Puppy is a fellow victim, as usual. Poor Puppy.
Raise the drawbridge…it’s Friday!
After posting such an elevated nap yesterday, I came across this one (featuring our old pal, William) that showed he is equally capable of highbrow snoozing. As you can see, he is also a “Thinker.”
Hey, I have thoughts, too...
I had taken a picture of this thoughtful repose and felt it was the best I’d get that day. But then (as sometimes is the serendipitous event) I found him like this:
Feeling inexplicably distressed...
I have felt similar disquiet upon slowly waking to find my cat’s backside in my face. William needs to have a heart-to-heart (other end, William) with this puppy about couch-sharing etiquette.
I suspect he has a lot of deep thoughts on the matter.
Maybe he’ll write a book about it and pay for his own college. If he can stay awake.
I really have no excuse at all for posting this very summery nap, except that it is so long until summer that I felt it couldn’t wait.
With more snow approaching the Northeast, I know my friends up there will appreciate this memory of hot days, grilled brats, and cold …well, we won’t talk about the libations. Although, admittedly, one could suspect that William snuck something from the cooler, the way he has placed his nap UNDER the grill.
Dreaming of the perfect burger?
He was there for awhile, too.
Obviously, the grill was not in use and I checked on him frequently to make sure he was okay. He snoozed away until he was perfectly cooked and then came back inside. What a champ.
It will be summer again, people. Hang on! Also, Happy Friday!
…because it had to have taken some childlike flexibility to somehow toss his puppy up on top of the pillow after covering himself with all that other stuff. I tell you, it’s a positive inspiration to all of us who have once again dedicated ourselves to our previously neglected fitness goals in the coming year.
Ummm...I don't know
Black puppy isn’t looking so chipper, though. Upward dog doesn’t appear to agree with him.
I think I’m going to go do some stretching now. Happy 2011! Looking forward to napping flexibility – both in form and in location.
I know what you’re thinking. William is losing his edge. What’s with all this boring couch napping? Even the puppies (Quick! How many can you find?) seem over it.
Oh, blah - another couch nap...
I wouldn’t have chosen this picture if it weren’t for the one I found that had been taken just minute before.
William's Naptitude cannot be defeated
For most people, just like rock beats scissors and scissors beat paper and…well…we won’t start with the whole thing about paper beating rock. When it comes to children and sleep, it’s like “Nap beats crabbiness and crabbiness defeats mom’s chocolate stash and the chocolate buzz defeats the nap.”
Well, we are game changers here at Chez Snooze.
Paper no longer smothers rock and, let me tell you folks, chocolate does not defeat nap.
I’m off to have a Red Bull. Later, folks.
Admittedly, fewer of William’s naps are on the floor now. However, I really like the ‘tude he exhibits with the newer behavior…blankie burrowing.
Golly, he’s serious. You’ll note he’s even shutting out Blue Puppy. Having seen what Blue Puppy has gone through for his naps in the past, I’m not sure I think that’s very polite.
Also, as you can see, it is pointless trying to enforce the “no shoes on the couch” rule around here.
This nap seems to have conquered the reinforced walls of William’s pillow fort, despite his most valiant efforts.
Overrun by the snoozies
Where are the fellow defenders of wakefulness? Where is Bunny? Where is Blue Puppy? Only Blankie remains to reverently cover our boy hero.
A true friend...
But wait! Puppy is revealed. Lying patiently underneath his boy, he shows his loyalty once again.
May you all have a best friend at your side as Thursday launches its assault on you.
…and clearly going nowhere. It seems like whatever we were doing that day, it wore the little guy out.
A snazzier snooze...
Puppy is thinking he just weighs more with all these preppy clothes on. He’s probably voting to go back to diaper-and-t-shirt naps.
What really amazes me is how color-coordinated he is with that carpet. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.
Well, I really just have to say that I knew it all along.
This appalling photo (shield your children’s eyes) shows the grim reality of what Kraft Cheese and Macaroni can really do to a human being….or a puppy.
Run for your shelters!
It sits there, looking so innocent. Mealtime staple of thousands of toddlers across the country. But you know and I know that there is something screamingly toxic about that stuff.
No cheese is naturally that color.
Just remember, folks. The Day After was a movie before it was a pill.
It’s not like we don’t have beds in our house, folks. Really. In fact, in order to increase the sleepiness of our abode, we furnished our finished basement with a sleeper sofa (big enough for two cozy people, even).
William was interested in the sleeper sofa. Unfortunately, he was not interested in the bed portion.
Just the back.
If you're not living on the edge...
Clearly, he is not kept awake by chocolate before “bed.” Nor is puppy.
My little couch spud.
Ever woken up with a headache and wondered if you slept funny?
My aching head...
I had a cat once who would purposely snuggle her forehead up against the wall and go to sleep. I thought it was weird.
One day I watched William as he showed the quickly-evolving signs of the nap coming on. He gathered his beleaguered buddies, shoved puppy under his pelvis, rested his head on bunny’s head and …scooted himself up against the wall??? Whaaaat?
And there he rested peacefully for the full length of the nap. How peaceful puppy was is unknown.
I’m at a loss.
Bigger than the cat.
I know it’s Friday and you’re tired, but you have to bear with me while I explain these two pictures.
William loves his Daddy. He doesn’t like being left behind. On several occasions, he tried to follow Dan on errands by squeezing himself through the cat door. One such occasion captured on Dad’s cell phone above.
Of course, his melon is way too big to fit through the cat door (we have a small cat). The result is that he would wail until he exhausted himself like so (see below), as captured by mom’s digital camera in the aftermath of a separate, identical incident.
Didn't make it out...
Unfortunately, puppy didn’t escape through the cat door in time, either.
May you all make your Friday escape more successfully!
Of all the naps I’ve captured, this one had to be the most graceful…the most balletic. It’s like he and Blue Puppy are part of a Shakespearean tragedy.
Put this in any sippy cup you will,
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty puppies, it would dispatch you straight.
Don’t worry. He woke up later and had some cheerios.
A boy and his bunny. And puppy.
William quickly discovered that napping was nicer with similarly exhausted friends. Bunny proved a good repeat nap buddy and Blue Puppy became a convert. In case you’re wondering what that string is, it’s a helium balloon, floating just out of frame. Sort of like a day at the sleepy circus.