Still semi-drunk from the full bottle of wine we dried out, along with all the cheese we found in the fridge, I staggered out of bed. The poor dog was sleeping so deeply that I startled her when I started pulling her bed while she was still on it, towards the garage.
Ever since we became guests in our own house and devoted our upstairs bedroom to the comfort of our offspring, we ended up sleeping in the brightly-orange painted baby room downstairs, which shares nothing but a thin glass door and a paper thin wall with our dining room - Buddah's bedroom.
One of the first things you read online when you google "getting an English bulldog" is "Caution! Bulldogs snore!". For the first two years we had gotten used to hearing her snoring from upstairs even in our sleep and it soothed us like the gentle play of the wind, like waves, crickets or bees in your afternoon nap.
Well, now it's a CHAINSAW, RUNNING THROUGH YOUR BRAIN, stuck there for as long as you try to keep your eyes shut! Thank God I get home from work pretty tired and even Sami's happy morning blubbering hardly wakes me up until I feel his heavy thick saliva all over my face, but if it so happens that something wakes me up in the middle of the night, it's NOT like listening to the irritating clock ticking in the quiet. I can hear my eardrums praying that I take them to a busy highway, so they can rest.
Thirty seconds later I was back in bed, trying to find my sleep fairy, but she had flown away and the super quiet room suddenly felt uncomfortable.
If you ever decide to get a bulldog, make sure you soundproof your bedroom unless you like airplanes flying right through it. Also, keep in mind - they can't swim, and sink like bricks, because of their specially designed un-athletic body. They fart worse than grandma and they shed as if it's snowing...only from this kind of snow you can only make fur-balls and they are less fun to throw...
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