Make your own free website on Tripod.com

Kassabella her brother Ernie and their family.

Sleeping with dogs - to help you smile

Dedicated to Kassabella.
Kassa and Ernie
Kassa story
Our Oesteosarcoma ordeal
Oesteosarcoma
The diary.
More stories of Jaw Cancer.
JL and amazing kindness.
J.L.Tribute to kassa
Ernies Story.
Kassa & Ernie stories
Sleeping with dogs - to help you smile

This is to here to make you smile.
It was sent to me by a friend who said it sounded like me.

Me and my dog don't sleep together ... very well

The vast majority of people who seek professional advice already know what their
problems are and quite probably, what solutions will be suggested. That's
precisely why I will not pursue the professional services of a sleep consultant.
I already know how that session is going to play out.

Sleep Consultant: "What's the problem?"

Me: "You know, I'm glad you're sitting down, Doc, because I'll bet you've
never heard this one before ... I can't sleep."

Sleep Consultant: "Not at all?"

Me: "Well, I sleep fine for the first four or five hours then I'm wide awake
for three or four hours."

Sleep Consultant: "Any idea what's causing this problem?"

Me: "No, not really. No stress. No anxiety. I'm tired. I want to sleep, but I
can't."

Sleep Consultant: "Are you disturbed by some sort of sound?"

Me: "Well, sometimes I might hear snoring?"

Sleep Consultant: "Your wife snores?"

Me: "Well, I don't know. She might. But she lives in another city so unless
she snores really, really loud.."

Sleep Consultant: "Then who?"

Me: "My dog, Jake."

Sleep Consultant: "Well, why don't you just shut the bedroom door?"

Me: "What good would that do?"

Sleep Consultant: "Well, you might not hear him snore."

Me: "We sleep in the same room."

Sleep Consultant: "In the same room!"

Me: "Okay, the same bed."

Sleep Consultant: "Well, there's your problem."

Me: "That's not the only problem."

Sleep Consultant: "What else."

Me: "Nightmares."

Sleep Consultant: "When did the nightmares start?"

Me: "When he was about five. I think they involve handcuffs and house cats."

Sleep Consultant: "So you sleep with a dog that snores and has nightmares?"

Me: "Plus there's a fair bit of farting going on."

Sleep Consultant: "Audible?"

Me: "Yeah, but those might be mine. Truthfully, I think that's what triggers
his nightmares but hey..let him get his own sleep consultant."


Sleep Consultant: "What do you do when you can't sleep?"

Me: "I usually listen to all-night radio.a bunch of wackos selling growth
hormones, conspiracy theories and religion."

Sleep Consultant: "And this helps?"

Me: "No, but it convinces me that I'm the most normal person on the planet."

Sleep Consultant: "Do you ever get up.maybe get a warm glass of milk?"


Me: "I used to but the pain was too much."

Sleep Consultant: "So you get headaches in the middle of the night?"

Me: "No, I stub my toe on the damn ramp every time I get up at night."


Sleep Consultant: "Ramp?"

Me: "Yeah, I had a ramp built into the end of the bed."

Sleep Consultant: "So you have trouble getting in and out of bed?"

Me: "Not me, the dog. It's a dog ramp."

Sleep Consultant: "Why?"

Me: "Because he's 13 years old and I don't want him jumping up and putting
stress on his back knees."

Sleep Consultant: "So let me get this straight - you sleep with a dog who
snores and has nightmares and comes in and out of bed on a ramp."

Me: "Plus sometimes he'll try and push me out of bed. I don't think he means
to, he just straightens out his legs and pretty soon I'm clinging to the edge
of the bed."

Sleep Consultant: "And you can't sleep that way."

Me: "Actually I can but before long I have this recurring dream in which I'm
falling off a cliff and I wake up screaming."

Sleep Consultant: "Which causes anxiety and therefore insomnia."

Me: "No, actually he seems to sleep right through it. Maybe my screams are
muffled by his nightmare whining and barking, I don't know
."

Sleep Consultant: "Is that about it for all the noise?"

Me: "Did I mention the squeaking?"

Sleep Consultant: "Your dog squeaks."

Me: "No, but sometimes he rolls over on his Mister Magic Froggy and the frog
squeaks. It's the cutest thing."

Sleep Consultant: "Have you thought about having the dog sleep in another
room?"

Me: "I tried that and it didn't work."

Sleep Consultant: "Why not?"

Me: "There wasn't enough room for both of us on the couch."

Sleep Consultant: "What about making him sleep on the floor?"

Me: "No, my back couldn't take it."

Sleep Consultant: "So how long have you had this problem?"

Me: "About seven years, now."

Sleep Consultant: "And how long have you had this dog?"

Me: "About seven years now."

Sleep Consultant: "Do you see any correlation between your sleep problem and
your dog?"

Me: "Ah ha. So you think the problem might be contagious?"

Sleep Consultant: "No, no, no. The problem is you and your dog sleep in the
same bed amidst snoring, farting, screaming, whining and barking!"

Me: "Well, I knew all that before I came to you!"

Sleep Consultant: "Well, the only thing I can tell you is you must seek
professional advice."

Me: "You mean go see another sleep consultant?"

Sleep Consultant: "No, you need to see a psychiatrist, probably a whole team
of them. Frankly Mr. Thomas, you're nuttier than Michael Jackson mainlining
Fruit Loops."

Me: "Well, that's easy for you to say. You don't listen to all- night radio."
 


 


Little did I know when I first read this that I would be having the exact same problems. I slept on a mattress on the floor as Ernie couldn't jump onto the bed at the age of 11. It wasn't good for my back so the bed was put back together minus the legs and a piece from the sectional sofa was put at the end of the bed for him to get onto the bed. I rescued a chocolate Lab Tessa who sleeps in the bed. Between her and Ernie I regularly wake at the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor to stop me falling out of bed. Ernie often has my pillow. lolol.

Enter content here

Now if you think people like this don't exist go to the JL forum and each one of us will tell you about sleeping on the edge of the bed, or dreaming your legs are pinned under a boulder, only to wake up and realise it is the dog.

Enter content here

Enter supporting content here