Last night, we watched a movie, "Priest" about a diesel-punk apocalyptic world of vampires monsters and the priest/ninjas that fight them and keep this futuristic world safe. Not your average fare, but as I've said before, our family is all about things that "go bump in the night", vampires, zombies and the like. And I'm a Paul Bettany fan, so it worked out doubly in my favor.
About halfway through the movie, Nyxie climbed across the couch, and curled her 70 lb body into the crook of my own. I was lying on my side, head propped on some pillows and legs curled forward. She wanted to spoon with me! There wasn't a ton of space, but this is where she wanted to be. I slowed my breathing and made more room for her, aware of the unspoken closeness with such a wonderful creature. It's not rare for her to cuddle with me, but I never take these moments for granted. They're the ones that really count.
Some time later, Matt opened the freezer, breaking the spell. The freezer opening is the great Ice Bell - no matter where the dogs are, they come bounding into the kitchen for an ice cube. (And with that, they have conditioned us to offer them an ice cube each time - they are wonderful trainers!)
After the movie, Matt observed that there wasn't a single dog in the movie.
He laughed, "People wouldn't live anywhere where there weren't any dogs..."
Indeed.
