I woke up this morning to the sound of snoring. Not the kind of snoring that is subtle and sometimes cute. This kind of snoring was loud, obscene and connected to four furry legs. I have a Husky/ Bernard mix named “Fudge” that rules my life. We like it that way. Fudge keeps me active and happy. He was one of those rescue adoptions and stole my heart from the moment I met him. We usually agree on most things like when to eat, what to eat, which park we want to go to on the weekend…those sorts of things. The one thing we do not agree on is the bedtime temperature in the house. I have to have the house very cold when I go to bed. I put my HVAC system on over-drive when the sun goes down. I sleep better and longer when my thermostat is below 64 degrees. The only thing I need is a sheet and a fan to drift off to sleepy town. Fudge is a polar opposite. When it’s time to go to sleep, Fudge will burrow underneath the sheet (and covers that are at the end of the bed). He balls himself up as small as he can, which is no easy task. I sometimes feel bad that I put my air conditioning system so low, but having a good night sleep is so important. Humans rule. Dogs drool.
Fudge has figured out a way to stay warm under the covers while my HVAC is pumping out ice cold air all night. Now if only he could figure out a way to stop snoring!