Friday morning madness

I guess you could say that the Friday morning madness started at the stroke of midnight, when Bella decided she wanted to sleep under the bed. Bella suffers from some odd delusion that she is a small puppy. The only way she can get under the bed is by lying on her side and squirming, earthworm-fashion, until she reaches her destination. Getting back out is even worse. And the night continued: under-the-bed scrabbling, panting, strolling around the room, heavy breathing, gas attack, strolling, panting, heavy breathing, panting, asking to go out, howling while standing on top of the dog house, rampaging through the house, leaping into the middle of the bed, getting kicked out of bed, panting, gas attack...and so on.

Now, of course, she is a perfect angel, sitting in the back garden, gnawing on a bone, tail wagging and a love me, I'm perfect look on her face.