Gwyn squirmed under the blankets... rolled upside-down and stretched... squirmed a little bit more--while still upside-down!--and got under my arm somehow and deeper under the blankets. Girl has opinions *and* talent to carry her convictions!

Insomnia Photos Sibling Edition: I'm Not Touching You

Insomnia Photos: Tristan very insistently pillowed his head on my arm

Sleepy stormy evening

Liquid Spaniel poured over the pillows (and still wagging)

Skull Snuggles time, with a soft Tristan floppily snoring into my ear. He's so alert when he's "helping," but so very relaxed when he retires for the night.

feathers delicately draped over the pillowcase

Sleepy eepy eeeeepy Spaniels

Oh little ones, you can't keep your eyes open, stop fidgeting and go to sleep! You got your night-night candies, go, sleep!

No? No, need attention, need more loves before you can sleep? Okay, how about we do just a bit of Pose for Pictures? Yeaaaah, that's my good babies, yes, so good. Okay, go sleep now childer, that's right, go lay down, go sleep. Thaaaaaaat's riiiiight, thaaaaat's riiiight.

Spooky Season Silliness: Midnight Headless Hound

Sprawled across my chest, and got her paws wrapped around my hand to boot. She's got me. I've been got.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. A late night for bereft Spaniels. Feeling those sads with their whole bodies! But everyone came home just fine, and Spaniels were happy and waggy and bouncy again.

My honey, this is weird and uncomfortable for both of us. Are you sure you don't want to maybe let me put my hand at a slightly different angle, maybe not at all lay so you're staring wistfully into the headboard? What are we doing here? Why are we doing it?

Maybe I can just wiggle ou.... *Gwyn presses head down harder* okay, I leave my hand there.

Tristan chilling with us after his last hot compress today, between us on the pillows... Gwyn settles on my ankle... oh no, they think it's bedtime...

Yes, little ones, we wish he could just stay here with us, too.

When she's upside-down, Gwyn flaps her little bunny paws in the air, slowly and alternately, until I hold her hand.

It can be really startling to wake in the middle of the night and find this face right up against your cheek. But pleasantly, never scary. Tristan is just too soft.

Ah, I wish you, too, could enjoy the simple joy of a soft Tristan at your shoulder who can't stop yawning *mlem*