I took my morning shower today at the usual time for my day off, 1:15 pm. I lounged around all morning, ate lunch and then got ready to start the day. I walked out of the bathroom to see my neat and precisely made bed, now a shambles.
"Ginger! Why did you mess up my bed?" I shouted. She didn't budge.
The decorative pillows that usually line up in a perfect row at the head of the bed were now strewn across it every which way. Four king size sleeping pillows were no longer orderly but instead in a circle with a brown fuzzy dog curled up in the middle.
"What are you doing in there?" I asked expecting an answer. Her little brown nose popped up above the fluffy down head rests. She sighed a big sigh and put her head back down.
"This is my bed, not yours." Still no response. I walked out of the bedroom into the family room and heard the patter of little dog paws on the floor behind me. When I sat down on the sofa, Ginger hopped up and planted herself across my lap.
"Are you going to go back in there and fix the bed?" She licked me on the lips.
"I guess that means no." Ginger smiled and kissed me again. "I'll have to do it."
"Thanks, Mommy for making my bed," Ginger softly gurgled. "I'm lucky to have such a big cozy bed to share with you."
I left her in her spot on the comfy sofa and went back into the bedroom to put her bed back in order. With the last pillow in place, Ginger appeared from nowhere and climbed back in and began to rearrange her pillows. Exactly as she wanted them. It's her bed after all.
