Otis' quiet place

Our house is loud.  There are often kids running around, and many wheeled pieces of equipment that might run over your feet (or paws) if you aren't careful.  Though there are times that Otis is right in the middle of the excitement, there are other times when he acts his age and excuses himself away from the madness.  Usually I find him in his bed in our room, or perched at the top of the steps with a birdseye view of the trouble he hopes he isn't getting blamed for. 

Between the 5 human members of our family, 4 of us have been really sick with "the crud" over the past week.  Fevers, cough, chills... it hasn't been fun.  So take that normal chaos and add 4 people who don't really feel well... it is enough to make even the most mild-mannered pooch want to run away.  To make matters worse, Nate sprained his ankle this past weekend and has been hobbling around on crutches.  Its like another set of feet to look out for when you're about 2 feet tall.

Thankfully Otis didn't run away.  But he did find his Zen spot in the house.  Not any of the normal places.  I've been finding him tucked away in our closet, beneath the dry cleaning, next to the hamper, and the stinky shoes.  Sleeping just as peacefully as he could.  Away from the chaos and the sickness... I think he might be on to something.

I might have to stash some cookies and a couple of Food Network magazines in the closet and share Otis' hiding spot with him.