Nighttime Playtime

This morning at 1:00 AM, I was awakened by George’s big feet thumping around our bedroom. It’s not unusual to hear him stirring – changing sleeping positions, climbing into bed with us, or moving from couch to dog bed – but this was different. Anything unusual will immediately wake me. Thankfully George wasn’t in distress (e.g., bloat or seizure). He was playing with a moth. Since sleep would surely escape me for the next hour, I decided to watch George with his new playmate. He danced around the tiny powdered insect, offered a play bow, and softly whispered “grrr” in an attempt to engage her. Unfortunately, the little white fairy was wounded, and she only spun in circles at his feet. George pulled out his default behaviour. He has been taught to lie down when he wants to play/meet a small being, and he did just that. The moth continued to flutter about aimlessly just inches from his nose. A few moments later, George’s tail started to thump happily. He turned and looked at me with a big smile on his face… and a moth stuck to his nostril fluttering frantically. Sadly, the moth didn’t survive. Her last act of kindness was kissing a puppy on the nose… just before he sneezed, and she disappeared forever. I love my silly boy.