I Didn’t Say We Were the Brightest Bulbs

I LOVE my deer antler "bone."

I LOVE my deer antler “bone.”

Toto and I live in our own little worlds sometimes.  Case in point – last evening I sent Toto outside to do her “business” right before bedtime. When she came back inside, I happened to glance out the window and noticed something laying out in the dog yard.  It didn’t look like doggy doo-doo.  It looked like a bone.

“Hmm,” I wondered.  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that was Toto’s deer antler but it can’t be.  What in the world would it be doing out there?”

I half-heartedly looked around the house for her antler but didn’t see it.  I didn’t really think anything more about it because I’d already closed off several of the rooms in preparation for heading off to bed and just figured it must be in one of those rooms.

This morning, I checked around again and it wasn’t anywhere.  I looked out the window.  Darn, that sure LOOKED like Toto’s antler bone. So when it was time to send her outside after her breakfast, I threw a coat on over my bathrobe and braved the cold to check it out.  Sure enough, little Toto had apparently not wanted to be parted from her beloved deer antler even long enough to go to the bathroom and had run outside last evening with it in her mouth and I just didn’t notice.  I picked it up and took it back inside where dog and antler were joyfully reunited.

Brush, brush, brush your teeth!

Brush, brush, brush your teeth!

Guess I can’t kid her too much about “dumb things she does”, though.  You see, in the middle of the night, I had my own little faux pas.  I was sound asleep and dreaming about brushing my teeth.  Yup, I know.  It wasn’t a particularly exciting dream.  I DO occasionally dream about mundane things.  Anyway, in my dream I leaned over and spit into the sink.  In reality, I spit right into my pillow, waking myself up rather rudely.  Since it was the middle of the night and I still had hours to sleep, I grabbed the sheet, wiped the pillow off, rolled over and went back to sleep, thinking to myself, “Boy, I should blog about this.”

How about yourselves?  Have you ever awakened to find yourselves acting out part of a dream?  At least I didn’t punch the Commander or wake up with my hands in the refrigerator or find myself driving down the freeway.  It could have been worse.

 

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