Some people may cringe and think it’s weird. But on my searching the internet for images of people napping with dogs, I found quite a lot. So the experience is not unique to me. And I’m glad. I read that in ancient Mexico, people slept with their dogs and used them like hot-water bottles when they had tummy aches. I have to say, my Chihuahuas are just the right temperature for snuggling. Sometimes I get insomnia and the next day I give myself a license to sleep with my pooches.
A few years ago, when my other Chi Eliza was still alive, she would sleep on the back rest of the couch, or on top of my head, wherever she felt like at the moment. Prissy preferred to sleep on the side of my waist because she fits perfectly in the curve. And Mandy likes to tuck herself in between my curled legs. My husband can’t understand why I sleep with my dogs but I’ve done it since I was a kid. It makes me feel so loved. We are a pack — a pack of nap lovers.
For some reason, just watching my dogs sleep make me sleepy. Is it because they look so relaxed? Sometimes I can’t imagine how creatures like them can be in deep sleep and jump to alertness in seconds. Maybe it’s because they do have to be perceptive that they take advantage of that bit of snooze to the max. It’s 2:30 AM right now and they are snoring which is actually making me really drowsy despite the 1:00 AM dinner I just had.
My husband does not allow the dogs on the couch but we end up there most of the time anyway. I would let them in the bed but that would break up our marriage. My husband’s compromise is to buy them the best doggie beds so I meet him half-way. I wish I had a day bed where we can just sleep a lazy afternoon away.
So I really don’t care for naysayers who think dogs belong outside or sleeping with dogs is nuts. My dogs are better than Ambien any day. And who wouldn’t want to wake up to the most loving faces anyway?