My poor mom got up in the middle of the night, and unexpectedly found the dog with her feet. And then with her whole body. Finally, she found the floor with her nose.
And in case you happened to be wondering which side of the family that my brothers get their nosebleeds from, it’s both.
So I gather that the middle of the night became very exciting for a while, what with Dad and the dog both trying to help out my mom, and the use of icepacks, and tissues up the nose. She’s still feeling a bit shaky and not like herself, though whether that’s the nosebleed, the fall, or the sleep deprivation is a good question.
I think the moral of the story is “If you wake up in the middle of the night, just turn over and go back to sleep.” The other moral is probably something like “Dogs sometimes pick weird places to sleep while patrolling the house at night.”