Rumpled-pup-skin

I've never quite seen anything like it. Frax is an Olympic sleeper. He snores. He shoves Bill and I out of the bed. He hiccups and expels noxious gaseous emanations. Hogs the bed. Flings one big arm/paw over my waist. Flips. Flings the opposite paw over Bill's waist. Mostly he lays motionless...a small puddle of dog drool under his lower lip...tail curled protectively against his belly.

He has a fur suit. One the creator exclusively tailored for him. No zippers, velcro or snaps. Perfectly and beautifully fitted. One any tailor would envy the style and fashion of. Wonderfully made of golden-tipped fur and creamy points of lighter shading. Dramatic whiskers added for precision and ease of locomotion. Exactly three whiskers sprout from each highly maneuverable and expressive cream-colored brow. A plethora of various length whiskers spring from his long snout, sticking out every which way, as though he jammed his head in a bowl of various size whiskers, and came out with them as they are. Long, short, a little goatee on the underside softness of his chinny chin chin...he's got it going on in the whisker department, all a lovely part of the fur suit he wears with pride.

We've decided that the whiskers probably do more than just orient Frax to time and space~ they probably receive UHF,VHF, HI-DEF, and any other kind of television, radio, microwave, telepathic, empathetic, short, long-wave and of course, sonar communications since he is a retriever. That would explain the incredible range and mobility of each and every whisker that protrudes proudly from his expressive face! When close up, you can see every muscle and quiver that shimmers and shivers through his manipulative snout. There's nary a sinew or thew that doesn't move! There is of course the prerequisite number of 'dog warts' on his face, each with varying numbers of pliant whiskers emerging every which way.

Instead of 'bed-head' Frax has 'bed-body' according to my hubby Bill. Not 'body by bed' or anything so chic or classy. His fur suit is rumpled from the tip of his over-large shnoz to the end of his stout but overly long fuzzy tail! Rolls of skin that have no business scrunching, bunching and ruching into corners of his frame....do. Creases form under his head, giving another meaning entirely to 'dog-eared'! The side of his body jammed against the bed or one of us looks more like a newspaper that's been recently wadded up then smoothed back out hastily. I'm not sure what that says about the comfort level of the bed, but perhaps it's just a component of Frax's comprehensive sleeping style.

After such a deep and restorative sleep, our very own Rumpled-pup-skin staggers stiff-legged from the bed, less a leap to the floor than a long stumble from a step, since Frax's legs, as with everything else Frax, are extremely long! His big feet slap the floor, and he stands in a crumpled, rumpled mess. Every short hair on his body seeminly going a different way from the next. Static electricity arcs from the crackling fuzz of his tail and hindquarters...a recipe for accidental explosive combustion if ever there was one!

Slowly, his squinchy eyes wrench themselves open.....first one....then...aaah...the other. He stares blearily at me. Disgust at having been awakened from what might have been his fourth or fifth crucial and vital life-sustaining pup-nap of the day washes over his face. He lets out a moan of sheer annoyance at having been disturbed.....unless. Unless it's that first magical time of the day! The time of day that makes a ticket to Disneyworld, the World Series, Superbowl and best concert of all time pale in level of excitement in his pup experience!

It's THAT time of the day! When mom goes in the kitchen and....oh joy of JOY!.....she measures out the yummy kernel goodness that is....BREAKFAST!

“WAIT! I'm awake! I'm awake I tell you!” Frax shouts then hurumphs as both eyes snap open and clear with impressive speed. He braces each long leg for greater stability....and.....shake...shake...shakes his fur suit from the tippy-tip-top of his squinchy nose to the end of his electrically charged fuzzy tail!

One side of his coat moves up, whilst the other side moves down, down, doooown, in an ever-tightening spiral of rolling sheets of fur! Voila'! Who knew?! Frax's coat is a further wonder! It's 'permanent pup-press'!

Bright eyed and literally bushy-tailed, Frax is ready for breakfast in under sixty seconds, the fastest wake-up and clean-up in the canine or human world! All due to one amazing and succulent word: BREAKFAST!

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