The latest in the Chronicles of Rosie- apparently I rolled over last night and kicked Rosie in my sleep, which startled her so much (she sleeps sounder than any dog I have ever met) that she bit my big toe. Not hard enough that it broke skin or left marks, just enough to scare the shit out of me. In one frightened move, I jumped out of bed and knocked over everything on my table stand, in the process kicking Rosie again and pulling cover off the bed, leaving Lily on the bed wondering wtf, me standing in the dark in my jammies with the comforter all wrapped around me and Rosie on the ground barking and pissed off at me.
Never a dull moment. I just know I am going to be found dead one day in my home due to an animal related incident.