He was minding his own business, sleeping dutifully next to my office chair where I would be most likely to trip over him if I attempted to leave. His head was between his paws, and his eyes were rolled back into his head in deep sleep. As I reached for something on my computer desk, it happened. I rolled over his tail. Long pieces of black and white hair from the tail stuck in the wheels of the office chair, and without a yip, the dog jumped up and pulled away, looking accusingly in my direction. The chair made a loud popping sound, thereby waking up all the sleepover girls in my nearby rec room. And all this at a time when I am still not sure if I want to be awake.
I need my coffee.
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