The Lily Putian Chronicles: Day 6

Today was one of those days that makes you feel as though you’ve stepped into a contemporary American novel: hot, muggy, oppressive, the fields shimmering in tune with the cicadas’ thrumming.

The puppy didn’t mind.  She’s a brush dog.  That is, she loves to wade through grass taller than she is.  If there’s a shrubbery nearby, she’ll curl up underneath it.  She spent a half hour running through the brush with Seth today, and still wasn’t tired.   It’s probably all those naps she takes.

Lily’s been feeling sick lately.  Yesterday, she slept for three full hours, woke up to throw up, and then fell asleep for another three hours.  Then she woke up one more time, and fell asleep for the night at 7:00.  That’s unusual — we’ve been putting her to bed at 10:00.  Of course, she woke up at 2:30, and again at 5:30, whining both times — also unusual.  Then today, she fell asleep next to me on the couch and proceeded to have a bad dream where she whimpered and whined and wouldn’t wake up.  I hope she wasn’t dreaming about the dog that killed her littermates.

Now it’s time to wake her up so that she can play for an hour and a half so that she can sleep past 5:00 a.m. this time around.  I hope this works.