Most nights Bugsy puts himself to bed. He gives us a quick glance, then heads upstairs to his small red bed, not to be disturbed for the rest of the evening.
I know it’s tempting to anthropomorphize every little thing about animals, but this particular act does seem to have a global quality. The hustle and bustle of the living room becomes too much for a fatigued Bugsy to handle, so he goes upstairs to shut it down in his bedroom.
Simple enough, right?
But it slays us every time. Seeing the little fella “old man walk” up the stairs to put himself to sleep makes us smile because it’s the aging process writ small, 34lbs small. It also exemplifies his streak of stubbornness and independence, qualities that are easy to smile wryly about.
