"Yeah, you fell into roses, didn't you? And didn't have to do a thing to earn it. Goofy-looking dog."
Seth nearly blinked, realizing Cam was speaking to Foolish and not him.
"It'll be his problem, won't it, when you're grown and take up more of the bed than he does."
Cautious, Seth slitted his eyes open just enough so he could see through his lashes. He saw Cam's hand come down, give Foolish a quick, careless stroke. Then the tangled sheets and blanket came up, smoothed over his shoulders. That same hand gave Seth's head a quick and careless stroke.
When the door closed again, Seth waited thirty full seconds before daring to open his eyes. He looked straight into Foolish's face. The pup seemed to be grinning at him as though they'd gotten away with something.
Grinning back, Seth draped an arm around the pup's pudgy body.
"I guess it is a pretty good deal, huh, boy?" he whispered.
In agreement, Foolish licked Seth's face, then yawning hugely, settled down to sleep again.
This time, when Seth dropped off to sleep, there were no sweaty dreams to haunt him.
Sea Swept
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Sleeping with another person can be cozy, but being able to snuggle up with your dog is great.
By Edralis - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0,
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26565004
Like people, dogs have all kinds of sleeping habits. In fact, the way your dog sleeps can say a lot about who they are, other than just being a good boy.
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With that mess sorted out, he moved into the bedroom, tossed down one of the big pillows that grouped on the sofa in his sitting area.
But the dog, fully at home now, jumped onto the big, high bed, stretched out like a potentate at his ease.
“Well, at least you’re clean.” He climbed in himself, decided on a book rather than TV to ease him toward sleep.
By the time Fin turned off the light, Bugs was quietly snoring.
Fin found the sound of it a small comfort, and wondered how pathetic it was when a snoring dog eased the lonely.
Blood Magick
But the dog, fully at home now, jumped onto the big, high bed, stretched out like a potentate at his ease.
“Well, at least you’re clean.” He climbed in himself, decided on a book rather than TV to ease him toward sleep.
By the time Fin turned off the light, Bugs was quietly snoring.
Fin found the sound of it a small comfort, and wondered how pathetic it was when a snoring dog eased the lonely.
Blood Magick