That is true. There are places that are better, but it’s still great to crawl into your own bed.
Master’s Daughter’s house definitely has it’s perks. She is a great cook and has the absolutely best personality in the world. Everyone is welcome and warmly treated. Somehow, she keeps her patience throughout it all.
I love to go camping and felt like I was sleeping by a babbling brook, as the fish tanks gurgled and the sacrificial crickets chirped in the bearded lizard’s cage. The parrot occasionally added the sound of a cell phone ringing and other odd noises. The immortal rabbit, apparently ten years is way beyond it’s expected life span, would ring her bell occasionally. All the while, Christmas light stars twinkled around me.
By the way, I slept on the couch in her front room, gram had the guest bed and I learned long ago that my mother is too restless to share a room.
Irritating little Chihuahua was very well behaved, for a change. She only irritated resident dog once, bad enough to get warned off, and she let everyone pet her. This was quite an improvement in her behavior and perhaps she has finally realized that other people can pet her belly and head beside us.
Chihuahua provided the evening entertainment, as every night, at 8:00pm, she got up from her nap and sat and starred at someone: telepathically commanding them to get up and go to bed, so she could do the same. By 8:30, she was dancing from person to person, begging them to go to bed. By 10:00 pm she had given up and was trying to burrow behind me to get under the covers. There was a lot of laughing as the dog has decided she should learn to talk and seriously tries to tell us to “go to bed.”
She is happy to be home and in her own bed.
