Frightened and Confused

I badly bruised my leg on the lower calf area, right where Rowdy likes to sit against me.  There was 8 vertical inches of badly swollen area and it was very sensitive to touch.  Well, here comes Rowdy to sit against me for attention and I had to push him away and tell him 'no!'  The poor doggy got a scared and confused look in his eyes with his pupils dilated, as to say, 'What did I do wrong?  I don't understand!'  Feeling like he was being scolded for something, he wanted to push up against me for comfort, but I couldn't let him.  It made me feel bad that I had to push him away, but it hurt like hell when he is up against my leg.  I did allow him to sit close to get his attention, but would have to move my leg away when he tried to push up against me.

Dead To The World

The other night we had a storm roll in at around 4AM with lots of lightning and thunder.  Sarah was visiting with Rowdy's buddy Wrigley.  I usually don't let Rowdy up on the bed, but when there is a thunderstorm in the area, he gets scared, so I will make an exception and usually pull and old blanket up for him to lay on.  Thought this time I didn't get the blanket, I let him up anyway thinking he would lay down by our feet. 

Well the little rat nosed his way up between Sarah and I where there was just enough room to barely squeeze in.  Then, after a minute or so, he managed to wiggle onto his back for me to rub his chest.  I did momentarily rub it and then drifted back off to sleep. 

Next thing I knew, I woke up at around 8:30 and Rowdy hadn't moved a muscle.  He was still on his back, sandwiched between us with his feet up in the air.  I couldn't believe that he got that comfortable and just laid there like that for over four hours. Oh, and Sarah smuggled Wrigley up under the covers too.