best birthday gift
This morning I woke up to a thump and something cold on my hand. I instantly recognized it as the nose of our dog, but it didn’t make sense. I was in the middle of the bed, and not allowed on it. Turns out The Little Red Haired Girl decided to let Oliver be a bed dog for my birthday! The rest of the morning Oliver and I raced around the house, jumping on and off the bed. Turns out he has little desire to actually be on the bed for long, especially not if we’re in it. Which is fine, because our bed is small and The Little Red Haired Girl generates enough heat for all three of us. But it sure was a nice sacrifice for her to make for my birthday!
