Nyquil, The Art of Pillow Moving and Anonymity

I don't know what they put in Nyquil but after taking the recommended dose this evening, I was suddenly spurred off my sickbed (the couch) and filled with the need to clean. I realize some of you are thinking that I am always filled with the need to clean but this was different. I do not usually clean slavishly and feverishly at a ridiculous pace as the sweat pours off my brow. Even the dogs looked on in worried amusement. Ok, they were actually asleep but I like to think they were worried.

Could you quit with the obsessive vacuuming???? I'm trying to sleep here.

Hudson has a remarkable talent for moving pillows to exactly under his head. This pillow was happily residing in the corner of the sofa, looking very Architectural Digest until he decided the blanket I leave down for them wasn't enough. He can move a pillow on any piece of furniture and have it square beneath his head within 5 seconds.

Meanwhile, TWO has learned many many things from his brother such as:

• For some reason Hudson gets really excited about food. Any food. Even disgusting food. So I have started to get excited about it though I don't know why. He must know something I don't. And the really weird thing is she likes it when I get excited about food but she looks kind of murderous when Hudson counter surfs. I don't get it. These humans are crazy.

• I used to just bark and shriek at passing people and dogs but Hudson taught me that if I put my front feet on the windowsill and scrape off all the white paint while I am up there, I can look 10 times more menacing to the dog outside because I get so tall. Even if I am behind two panes of glass. So now we surf the windowsill and shriek whenever we see even a squirrel pass by. Which makes her come silently into the room, tight lipped if the paint chips are flying and close the shades. Then we have to sit and wait and then we get food. Now I bark once and as soon as I see her, I sit and wait for my treat. But when she's gone....oh do the paint chips fly!
  

• Hudson has taught me a lot about surfing in general. Who knew you could surf down the stairs on your butt because you are so excited that she's coming in the garage door. Sometimes I even fall off the bottom landing because I'm so excited and I can't quite get a play bow in because it's too small.
  

• Hudson never seems to be afraid of anything. I still can't figure out how he can just blithely go in and out that weird door I've trained her to lift for me but he doesn't seem to care if he does it all by himself. Or else he doesn't know how to train her. I always give her a kiss when I come back in and she just keeps opening it. Humans are so easy to train.

• Even though he is kind of a spaz sometimes, Hudson is my brother and I love it when he's here. He always knows how to react to things that scare me. That's why I like to lay next to him when she's in her cleaning frenzy. I think she cleans more now that I'm here....hmmmm.

How can he sleep through this racket??? Maybe cuz he's hogging the good spot AND the pillow.

Finally, I need a name for this dog! It is beneath my dignity and his to have such a noble, beautiful dog named Baby. Even if he is the consummate Baby. We are down to Zephyr, TWO and I still like Galileo, Leo for short. I know, it's a mouthful. Votes please or suggestions in lieu of votes. I am tired of having an anonymous dog!

Time to retire to my now spotlessly clean sickbed and my newly acquired copy of Control Unleashed. Something tells me I will be sitting at the other end of the sofa.

I'm sorry. Did you say move?