Like an O’ergrown Lion in a Cave

The first time my mom met Spriggan, she gave me a super-soft microfiber dog blanket and some dental chews, saying, “It occurred to me that since you aren’t going to have kids, I ought to be spoiling my granddogs.”

My mom’s super.

For Christmas, Mom gave Spriggan a cave bed.  It’s got a huge, thick pad with a fleece surface and a little arching cover over about 3/4 of it.  If I were to show you what it looks like, it would be a little something like this:

Exactly like this.

Exactly like this.

That ribcage in the lower right is Pixie’s.  She loves to sleep with her head and/or chest on the bed… sometimes even with her nose in the little cave part.  But tonight, I put her big, flat bed underneath the cave so that she’d have more soft surface on which to sleep.  She was more stretched out than usual, so Spriggan didn’t even have to push Pixie’s face out of the way to crawl inside the cave.

Contrary to what you might think based on the above picture, normally Spriggan just wants to roll around in there, kicking at the ceiling and gnawing on the zipper.  In many cases, she’s doing this while Pixie’s trying to sleep on it.  Sometimes, Pixie manages (somehow) to sleep through these activities, but more often she just sighs, wearily, over and over, as if Spriggan might get the hint.

Today, though, Spriggan was apparently pretty sleepy.  First, she tried to get me to pick her up, but I was about to eat dinner and didn’t want to be holding her.  Then she tried Daddy, with the same result.  So, she crawled up on top of Pixie and laid down to sleep there for a few minutes.

Like this.

Like this.

But that apparently wasn’t the most comfortable bed, so she sat up (still on Pixie) and thought about jumping onto the couch from there.  I told her she couldn’t do that, so she hopped down and wandered into the cave bed:

Evaluating whether or not she can sleep here.

Evaluating whether or not she can sleep here.

Where she fell asleep:

That's the back of her head, if you can't tell what's going on in this crappy iPhone picture.

That’s the back of her head, if you can’t tell what’s going on in this crappy iPhone picture.

For two hours.

 

Grandma gives the best gifts.

 

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