🐾The Art of the Afternoon Nap
Teaser:
A well-timed nap is a science, an art form, and sometimes a full-body performance.
Let me tell you something important:
Naps are not optional.
They are essential.
Like cookies, sniffing fresh laundry, or making sure the mailman knows I’m watching.
But the hoomans call it “Tucker’s quiet time.”
Quiet?
I call it strategic energy conservation.
Every nap has a purpose. You can’t just flop down anywhere. No, no. You need the right location, the right temperature, and the proper level of sunbeam involvement.
Nap Location #1: The Office Cushion
When Mom’s in the office, I nap nearby to supervise.
On duty.
Alert.
Ready to protect her from typing too loudly or standing up without warning.
I lay on my side, legs stretched out like I’m starring in a canine daytime drama, eyes half-open so she thinks I’m awake.
But let’s be honest—I am absolutely asleep.
Deeply.
Joyfully.
If she moves her chair even an inch, I thump my tail to remind her I’m working very hard at napping.
Nap Location #2: The Gray Sofa Stretch
This is where I showcase my advanced nap techniques.
I stretch out long—REALLY long—like a fuzzy noodle.
Nose between my paws.
Eyes closed.
Body arranged in the shape of a very relaxed question mark.
Mom says I look “peaceful.”
I say I look majestic.
A masterpiece of fluff and tranquility.
Sometimes she tiptoes around the sofa like I’m a sleeping toddler, which is exactly the kind of respect a nap king deserves.
Naps are serious business.
They fuel my zoomies.
They sharpen my snack-detecting senses.
They improve my ability to judge when a penguin is on TV.
And if a nap happens to be adorable enough that Mom takes a photo?
Well… that’s just part of the job.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker