After I finally relaxed a bit after Shasta's daunting dash of Saturday night, I spent some time last night watching music video performances of last year's Glastonbury Music Festival, getting to know some of the groups I listen to every day on streaming radio from home. BBC 3 had a wonderful show that included most of the major acts, Morrissey being one. Morrissey, in case you didn't know, is HUGE in the UK and here as well, but had to go on before U2, who are even huger. After exhausting Glastonbury, I stayed up until 2:30 a.m. watching Led Zepplin, Uriah Heep and some older music which I grew up with at home, and having several glasses of wine, windows rattling from the bass, and the poor buglet trying to sleep through all the cacophony.
This morning, I could still feel the effects of the wine just a bit when she usually gets me up, but I whispered a promise to take her to the dog park today and asked for just an hour longer to sleep and the poor dear just curled up sweetly against me and went to sleep with me, doing that little teeth grinding thing she does when I know she isn't going to move anytime soon. My sweet little Shasta buglet just went to sleep beside me, patiently waiting for me and not complaining a bit.
She wouldn't even think about leaving the bed without me until she grooms herself, then my face and beard, then we do her doggie stretching and I give her back a good massage, and we finally get OUT of the bed, although not until I wrestle her, fangs out and ferocity on her face, even though she's laughing inside from all the tickling and poking I do to get her out of bed, then finally I lift her down from the bed so the jump isn't hard on her joints and things and she trots off to face the day and chase squirrels outside while I make a cappuccino and watch her playing outside. :) What better companion could a man ask for anyway?