Martha sleeps for many, many hours each day. She comes into my office, curls up in her crate, and I don’t hear from her until around noon. That’s when she wakes up, stretches, and sits beside me with her thousand mile stare, telling me that it’s time to go out to walk and pick up lunch. Sometimes, if she’s lucky, she gets a little leftover lunch – salad is a favorite – and she likes to sit with her head on my knee while I eat, looking up with great hope and occasionally drooling.
After lunch, she sleeps again. Sharing my office with a sleeping dog is mostly wonderful. But when she starts to snore softly, usually around 3:30 in the afternoon, it’s all I can do to keep from cuddling up next to her. I try to listen to the rhythm of her breathing, and allow that to bring a calm focus to my work for the rest of the day.