Subtitle: Oh, my aching back....
Subtitle: Bouncing Yorkies!
First of all, let me admit that "sylph-like" was NEVER an adjective that would have been applied to me. I weighed over 9 pounds at birth, and grew proportionately!
Secondly, in addition to down comfortors for winter, we have a "feather tick" on our mattress which we LOVE...not as much as our yorkies, mind you, but it does add to the comfort of the bed. (And when it is time to have the tick cleaned/laundered, the job costs $100.

mg: We're kind of protective of it, and try not to incur that expense more than once a year or so.
So, anyway, yesterday our sweet Molly (7 months old next week) went in for her "big girl surgery", and the removal of 10 baby teeth which were giving her the look of a little shark! It had been over three years since we had Maggie spayed, and I had erased from my mind how REALLY hard it is to cold-bloodedly leave them at the vet in the morning!

(And she was so very happy to be the only yorkie invited to go riding in the car that morning...Happy, even thought "Mom" had apparently suffered a brain-fart and forgotten to feed her breakfast...

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Anyway, I picked Molly up at the end of the day. If "pathetic" had a face, she was it!
Now, normally, Maggie sleeps with us in the bed, but Molly and MacKenzie, being babies (7 months, but only with us since the end of April and 3 months, respectively) sleep in crates at the side of the bed. They seem to be fine with this. They don't even cry when put in the crates.
Well, I couldn't leave Molly by herself in a CRATE...poor little bunny. And I wasn't really trusting her on the bed (she'd already passed out in the water dish, and nearly drowned...Seriously, she came into the family room with her whole head dripping!). So, Maggie and Molly and little MacKenzie (had to be fair) and I slept on the couch.
Now, these are very little dogs (4 pounds, 2.5 pounds and about 2 pounds), but, hey! I am not!!! And, of course, I had to keep very still to keep from disturbing them...Maggie tucked between me and the back of the couch, Molly laying on my diaphragm, and MacKenzie wrapped around my neck!
This morning I work up as one BIG CRAMP!!! I don't think we moved all night...I take that back, at some point during the night someone (probably Molly from the volume of it) did get up and have a MAJOR bout of diarrhea on the pillow they use to get up on the couch (It's in the washer now).
And, Molly....Well, here she is, less than 24 hours out of surgery, bouncing about as if nothing had ever happened. As she raced across the yard to spy through the fence on the neighbor dogs, I was having to remind her that she is still convelescing.
Tonight, she's back in her crate!!!!!!!!! I'm back in my bed, and all is well with the world!