Favorite Part of the Night

I know, this is weird.  But I like the small things in life.  For example, I have  a little doggy.  He is such a spoiled little pup.  He wants to have his belly rubbed at all times.  If my hand is free, it should be rubbing him.  But at night, when I have my classical music playing in the background and my Himalayan Sea Salt lamp glowing its pink glow, I love rubbing his belly.  

Then the best part of the night is when I am finally ready to rest and Scooter hops over my hips to make sure he is watching the door.  Now, I know my little runt of a dog is NOT going to protect me from ANYTHING.  But I feel better that he is watching the door while I sleep.

The bad can't get to me.  The boogie man is held at bay.  No cops are coming to kill me at night.  I guess that means no burgler are either.  Not that I'm worried about burglers...I am worried about cops.  But all the bad is pushed away with the sounds of classical music, the pinkness of the room, and my doggie watching the door.

I FEEL safe.  Is this the only place I feel safe?  Held up in my room, with my useless doggie as my protection? 

Last night Scooter slept on my back. He got scared about something and shimmied his way up my bed to have his back against mine. It reasurred him that he was okay and it reassured me that I was safe. My scared little doggy, the one dog protection crew.