I am banking of this to be true.
Today I am grateful for the fact that I am not a good sleeper. I woke up to a strange noise and since am nearly deaf, that is a miracle in itself. At first I thought the Boy Scout was snoring and, as his snoring takes on a multitude of manifestations, I dismissed the noise and went back to the effort of falling asleep. The noise persisted and seemed to come from the wrong direction. When I sat up, I realized the noise coming from Sophie and it was not a familiar one. Anyone with a Frenchie knows that they make a ton of strange noises but this was a sort of rasp. When I got to her, I found her choking on the sweater that I had put on her earlier in the day. It had made its way down her back somehow but I had looped it through her collar and the result was her laying there gasping for air. Quickly, I removed her collar and stroked her head and body. After a moment or two, she sat up, looked at me seriously, blinked her watery eyes a
few times, took a deep breathe and laid back down to sleep.
We could learn from dogs....the way they live in the moment.