Caddie

So anyone that says that animals don't have personalities, is crazy. Our dog has gotten funny in her old age. Yesterday I opened the front door allowing her to roam around the front yard or whatever. She spent, I'm not kidding you, almost two hours in this bush. This is not a very big bush, but she stomps around the bush, stuck her face in there, was determined something is in there. Well I finally get her to come back inside and she has maybe 4 huge cobwebs on her face and is so pumped about not getting whatever was in that damn bush. Anywho, I would say only in the last year have Craig and I at around 10 each night been like where's caddie and gone into our room to find her asleep on her pillow. We always joke and said, I guess it was past her bedtime. Anyways, last night I got home kind of late, and decided to watch a little tv before bed. Accidently fell asleep and woke up pretty much in the middle of the night. Caddie no where to be seen, so I shut everything off and was off to our room expecting to see her on her pillow. Oh no. She was dead center of our bed sprawled out. Every blue moon, I'll get home from work and sneak into our room and I would say maybe 1 out of 10 times she's on the bed. She typically sees me and freakout and jumps down with her tail between her legs and knows she isn't supposed to be on there. Well tonight I walk in there. I say...UMMMMM... and she opens her eyes, turns her head to me and then turns her head back and goes back to sleep. What a funny funny dog. While dad is away, all rules are apparently thrown out the window. Being the sucker I am, I just got into bed and pushed her over to Craig's side. I woke up this morning and low and behold the princess was still asleep on the bed. Oh well. There are worst things in the world!