Last night, despite sleeping heavily to ward off a cold, I woke up in a panic because Odd Trundles had stopped breathing for longer than usual. (Bulldogs, with their compromised passages, often have sleep apnea.) It reminds me of when he was a puppy and every night was an odyssey of worry. Several times we didn’t know if he’d make it. But he has, and his sweet dopey little self is well worth all the trouble. So here’s a picture of him as a pup, just when he’d turned the corner and was out of the danger zone.
I am pleased to report he started breathing again, and the resultant loud snoring lulled me back into much-needed rest.
Other people can’t sleep through the noise. Apparently I can’t sleep when it’s too quiet.