I used to have a little dog that slept with us all the time. He was very emotional . . .

Well, one evening, my husband and I were lying in bed, reading and listening to music with Squirrel (the dog) on the foot of the bed as usual. He rolled over and fell on the floor with a thump. After the initial shock and checking on him to make sure he was ok, we fell about the place hysterical laughing. His expression was part of it too because he looked so stunned. He walked slowly from the room, giving us a disgusted look back over his shoulder, went downstairs and slept in his bed in the kitchen for the rest of the night. I remember that he didn't even greet us in the morning when we got up, just waited to be let out with his snobby little nose in the air. He was a trip! Sometimes I thought he behaved more like a cat than a dog.

Thanks for reminding me of that!