The Hideaway Dog

Deb:

No matter how many great sleeping places we prepared for Scrambles, he always chose the blanket on the couch. It is a crocheted afghan with lots of wonderfully spaced breathing holes. Scrambles would wiggle himself underneath it and completely disappear. The first morning I discovered this, I thought I had lost him. I didn’t see him anywhere, so I called his name.

Now, every other dog we’ve had, would come running to us when we ventured into the kitchen in the morning eager for a walk and food. Not Scrambles. He loves to sleep late. He usually covers himself so completely that you only see a large lumpy blanket. As he rouses, the blanket moves and then his parts (usually nose and bottom) appear in stages from underneath it. But he doesn’t awaken easily. He takes his sweet time, peeking out from beneath the cover and climbing back underneath until he's pretty sure that food is prepared and waiting.