It's not you, Alice. It's me.

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that Alice isn’t the easiest dog to sleep with. Since then, I’ve had several more unrestful nights of sleep, and basically put the blame on her bouncing around (and, of course, Paranormal Activity).

It’s been atypically chilly in our neck of the woods lately, so I’ve been wearing heavy flannel pajamas to bed. We’ve also got four layers of blankets on the bed. And a hot puggle. I’d wake up warm and toasty (and, occasionally, pretty sweaty-- but in a dainty, ladylike way), but I didn’t think much of it. Then after waking up waaaaaay too early this weekend and being unable to fall back asleep, I decided that maybe I was under too many layers, and went back to my August-in-DC pjs.

And you know what? I slept like a freaking log. And so did Alice! When I’d wake up, she was in almost the same position.

Automatically, my first thought was “I’m cooler, and Alice isn’t bouncing around as much”—i.e., two distinct occurrences. Then it occurred to me this morning: maybe Alice’s bounciness isn’t totally because of her puggle nature. Maybe I was making her too hot, so she’s been moving around to get away from me. Or maybe because I was hot, I was squirming around more—making her move around, too.

Oh, my dear, sweet Alice. I am so sorry. I’m pretty sure it’s me, not you. Let me give you tons of treats as I reassess all other little occurrences I’ve pinned on you…