The Whidbey Report: Rocket science breakfast experiment. Saturday! I dont have to be up early for work. And it wont kill the dogs if their breakfast is a few minutes late. So I rolled over and went back to sleep, kicking the covers off to enjoy the cool morning breeze from the open window. Whidbey shoved at my back to remind me her breakfast was late, but I ignored her, pretending to be fast asleep, which usually works. The next thing I know, theres something crawling on the sole of my foot! I squealed and jerked myself awake, convulsively pulling my foot into the center of the bed and grabbing at it. I gingerly felt the bottom of my foot. Nothing there. I half expected to find a spider or some other creepy-crawly clinging to my skin. i gulped and tried to slow my pounding heart. It was okay. Either I had dreamed it, or whatever it was had fallen off when I jerked awake... and was now crawling around down there on the floor. What if it was poisonous? The dogs... wait. There arent many poisonous bugs in Boston. And they dont get in the house. Im fine. The dogs are fine, and Im missing precious sleep-in time. Resolutely, I lay back down and burrowed into my pillows. Sleep. It came faster than I could have hoped. I was nearly back to sleep when.. there it was again! That thing! Crawling on the sole of my foot, scratchy, delicate, barely there... I held my breath, lest I move or scare it. I didnt want it to sting me or bite me or do whatever it was going to do to me... I had to try and catch it. Grab it and kill it. Scare it and catch it unawares... I held perfectly still and waited until the thing reached my toes. Then I whipped around and clamped a hand on... a little black forepaw attached to one too-smart, naughty little Whidbey, who was sitting there, using her claws to tickle me awake! She snatched her forepaw out of my hand and scampered away quick as a flash, right to her food bowl. Okay, okay, Whidbey, you win! Im up! Breakfast is on its way. Note: giving your human a fear-induced heart attack does not make your breakfast get there any faster. How on Earth did she know my feet were ticklish, and that it would creep me out and wake me up if she did that? And how has she gotten that much dexterity in her front paws? Normally dogs just hit you with the whole paw! She was tickling the sole of my foot with one dainty little front claw. Most dogs arent subtle. They jump on you, lick you, pester you. I swear, this one thinks of me as her own personal walking science lab. Im full of experiments for her to try. Its creepy how smart that dog is sometimes! Anyway, off to drown this adrenaline rush in a pot of restorative tea. What a wake up call!
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 11:13:58 +0000
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