January 25, 2017 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: Snores
This is Boz. He was Wilma’s opposite.
Wilma is fierce; Boz was gentle. Wilma barks at the mailman; Boz kept his opinions to himself no matter who walked by. Wilma throws herself at the fence (damaging both fence and self) just to chase a squirrel; Boz didn’t even notice squirrels, though he was a little scared of cats.
The day we brought Boz home from the shelter, we made him a bed in our room. Soon he fell asleep, exhausted from the day’s stress and emotion. John and I were tired, too, but Boz’s snores were so deafening we couldn’t sleep. Finally John moved Boz—bed and all—to my office. That’s how Boz got his own room.
When we moved to our current home we created a place for Boz in our bedroom, but he wasn’t comfortable. Maybe we could have taught him to share a room with us, but we relented and gave him his own room again. In this case it was the dining room, which was closer to the bedroom than my office. We could hear his snoring better from there, and by then we were used to his sounds.
I’ll always wish we’d done that differently.
When Wilma moved in, we put her bed in our room right away. She snores and makes all kinds of noises. We love her noises. I’d have trouble sleeping without them.