Sleeping with Linda Blair

That's what it's like sometimes. Big Dog has such restless body syndrome that sharing a bed with The Dog is like sleeping with Linda Blair in The Exorcist.

"The power of Christ compels you!" I feel like shouting at the twitching, flailing, jumping, levitating, restless form. Especially if it's been spinning around like that for hours.

Sometimes the flailing arms will hit me in the head. Sometimes the twitching legs will kick me.
Maybe I need some Holy Water. Maybe I need to stab him with a crucifix.

Maybe we need to find separate beds. Or better yet, bedrooms.