People cope with stress in different ways. I like to think my various coping strategies remain healthier than some of the alternatives. Yes, I turn to comfort food. If I can fit it in before the day’s stuckage (a term we coined yesterday) takes hold, then exercise is good. BUT, 12 or more hours of stuckage drive me right to bed. Sleep ranks high.
That means, sweet Lilly — our canine heroine, who is ever hopeful that play is afoot — often ends up disappointed as flop into bed.
One night last week, I rousted just enough to realize I could feel Lilly … stretched to her fullest length right up against my back. Two girls. Together. Back to back. Doing the best they can.
Love having my dogs up against me at night.
Lilly’s gift to you–wanting to be near you even if you’re not able to be the source of constant fun and play.
Sweet dreams.
I hear you. There’s nothing more comforting than a snort or kick from my dog in the middle of the night. I just like to know he’s there.