GET YOURSELF A DOGWOOD FACELIFT

Having pets is an adventure surrounded by a world of wonder.

In other words—you wonder how in the world you will live thru the next adventure.

It’s 24/7 at Dogwood—never a dull moment.

For example:

When bedtime rolls around at Dogwood, the dogs are the first to claim the valuable real estate. Once the dust settled and everyone has calmed down--the two kitty cats will sneak in and wedge themselves into the mix. Bart rolls all over everybody and usually settles in with Daisy somewhere near the foot board. Sebastian is MY cuddle bug. He has to be right up against my chest, with his head thrown back under my neck.

Well, one night recently, we were in a bit of disarray. Lucy was having an allergy itch, so she wanted to sleep between Better Half and me. Hines had burrowed under the covers on MY side, where he usually sleeps under the Better Half's protecting blanket. Daisy practically strapped to my back like a nap sack, her feet sticking straight out over my side. Charlie had completely called it quits and had gotten down into the floor, and after walking over me four or five times, Bart joined him.

By the time everyone shifted ten times and rolled over me a few more--I DIDN'T CARE!!

With Lucy and Daisy taking up most of the center of the bed, there just wasn't room for Sebastian on the edge. So he decided that lying on the pillow behind me would suffice.

He had never done this before, so I didn't think much about it. But as Sebastian is my most curious little man in the house-I should have known this was going to end badly.
He was lying at the top of the pillow and my head was at the bottom. I don’t think he was liking the fact that there was no “snuggie” element to this arrangement. He was bound and determined that he was going to rest his head on mine--but I was too far away.

Sebastian began reaching down into my hair and pulling it with his claws. He was rolling around on the top of the pillow, trying to figure out how he could transform himself into a cat fur bed cap and plop himself on my skull for the night. But all he managed to do was pull what’s left of my hair off the top of my head! I smacked at his little footie's several times, and finally he stopped.

I had just started to drift off to sleep when I felt the slightest twinge of pain on the right side of my head.

Then there was a HUGE stab of pain as little curious Sebastian dug his claws into both sides of my forehead and pulled.

If the man won't go to the mountain--bring the mountain to him-right??

For about three seconds, with Sebastian’s claws buried in my flesh, pulling it back on my head like silly putty--I must have looked like a fifteen year old--- a horrified--pain ridden--fifteen year old.

I ended up with a punctured headache . But my skull didn't hurt half as bad as Sebastian’s backside.

So now you know the story of how Sebastian gave me what has become lovingly known as :
A Dogwood Facelift.