lady, down here. I think we have a problem.” This was my view when I woke up, which is better than what happens while I’m “asleep.”
< Once an hour or two, every night while I’m sleeping, Ollie perches squarely on my chest and bites my face...my cheek, my nose, even the middle of my forehead! If I’m lucky, I wake up before his teeth make contact to say, “Ollie! Don’t bite your mama!” Then he lays on the pillow on top of my head and stares at the container, willing it to come off the nightstand and fill his bowl. ((He used to tap rapidly against the plastic when it was on the floor next to the bowl, which was super loud and annoying.)) I’ve gotten so good at this routine that I can reach the container, roll over without getting out of bed, and sprinkle down his crunchers like manna from heaven. Satisfied, there is a “thud” as Ollie hits the floor and starts munching. About once an hour. Every night...I haven’t fallen out of bed yet! 😄>
p.s. He NEVER does this to @surfjunkie
, even if I’m out of town. I guess we see who is the boss of whom in this family!