What's The Saying...Let Sleeping Dogs Lie?

We have been grand-dog sitting for the newly-(well, November)-weds.  They are travelling these last two weeks, and my husband and I aren't really sure when they return.  It's been very fun to have her visiting us...and I'll be glad when her mom and dad are home.    

I can admit out loud, my dog-lover friends please forgive me, that I'm not really a pet person. We had a crazy beagle, when my kids were young, that we chased around the neighborhood with hot dogs when she escaped, which was often.  This left me with a little PTSD about dog caregiving.  

Luna, however, is a sweet mixed rescue - beautiful feathered tail, long snout and hound coloring, and she is the best size, just reaching my knee.  While she does think she's a lap dog, I've gotten her to understand, after being burned (literally and figuratively) that I don't want to be jumped on.  So we are good.  Last weekend she leapt onto my lap and my hot coffee christened us both.  

In comparison to our beagle, Luna is amazing.  She's a people dog.  She clearly communicates with us by sitting politely, lifting her left foreleg, and tilting her head.  She asking to play (ball, fetch, tug, turnover) anytime and all the time.  With our fenced in backyard, and the lovely weather, she has enjoyed the freedom of roaming in and out of the house and has spent most days chasing squirrels along the fence.  This evening, she is curled up in my favorite chair (which is hers when she's here) and she's sound asleep.  

All this excitement means she sleeps really well. I do like a sleeping dog.