My Bedtime Besties

So, I've been hosting a pity party 'round these parts as my body works through this miserable cold I've got.  My family has told me many things of me the last couple of days.


"Stop exhaling."

"Don't touch anything."

"You should go to bed."

"Will you sneeze into the blanket instead of your elbow?" (I guess a bigger target is better.)

"I'm hungry, make me something to eat."  (Gee, kid, you need to learn something from the previous four sentences.)


I get it, I really, really do.  When I'm around sick people I avoid them as much as I can.  I've even been known to hiss at sick folks, holding my index fingers in front of me creating the shape of a cross.  Yeah, karmically speaking, I deserve all the repelling behavior I receive.

Well, let me tell you what I'm so very, very thankful for.  I'm thankful for the lack of cross species contamination of germs.  I've taken no fewer than six naps over the past couple of days and every time I wake up, without exception, Pug and/or Hazel have been in my bed snuggled up to some part of me.  They're totally unconcerned about contagion, they don't mind the disruption of 10 loud sneezes in a row, they never issue corrective comments, they love me unconditionally, utterly and completely.

Three cheers for our furry little bedtime besties!