My dog spent the night at my parents' house because I was out late.
When Goldie sleeps, she dreams and dreams big. Often she sleeps with her eyes open and it looks very, very freaky.
"I got up to go to the bathroom," my mom said, "And she was lying there with her legs stretched straight as a board and her eyes wide open. I thought she might be dead, but I didn't want to go over and touch her in case she was just sleeping. I figured, well, if she's dead, she will still be here in the morning."
That's what you get for being 80-something -- perspective. Why lose sleep over something that you can deal with the next day?