By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
It was late, hours past midnight. I woke from a sound sleep up with a start, turned on my nightstand light, and couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t catch my breath. His weight on my chest prevented inhalation. I tried pushing him off but he was strong, so very strong. I tried not to panic when his tongue swiped up my neck to my face and he started nibbling on my lip.
“Get off,” I huffed out. This seemed to inspire not deter him. Again another saliva filled lick and nip at my face, his drool ran down my reddening cheeks.
He moved slightly, I took a big breath and heaved. He rolled slightly to the side. I took the opening and ticked his stomach to keep his attention off of me. It worked! The big beast was insanely ticklish.
After a moment he rolled over, lifting his head, a gigantic grin on his face.
“You big lug, I was trying to sleep,” I admonished my two-hundred twenty-five pound English Mastiff, Thor. We curled up, spooning like an old married couple, and slept.