Harlow in a Blanket

I am here in the dining room.  This room is a little chilly and I have myself wrapped up in a blanket.  Somehow, the blanket keeps getting less on me and more on the floor.  First it was Sophie who was trying to make a cocoon in the blanket.  Then it was Emmitt.  He was the smart one.  He got under the blanket while the heat was on.  He had himself a nice little sweat tent thing going on.  Until Harlow came in.  Harlow, as we all know, is not the daintiest of girls.  She knocked into chairs, almost unplugged the computer and ruined Emmitt's tent.  It wasn't on purpose though.  More than anything, Harlow wanted to get into the tent with Emmitt.  Emmitt, more than anything, wanted to get as far from Harlow as possible.  So that's where we are now.
Emmitt has escaped to the arm of the green couch.  He stopped on the dining room bed first, but got an unwelcoming welcome from the black cat and brown cat.  So he moved on.  He is now doing his best Art Institute of Chicago lion impression.  Not a bad impression, he even has both paws out in front, kind of regal like!
Harlow has got the blanket all to herself now.  It is completely off of me and my feet are freezing!  She likes to play Elliot.  You know, the big green and pink dragon from the Disney classic, Pete's Dragon.  Anyway, she likes to get herself under the blanket then walk around a bit causing a ruckus.  Or maybe she is playing horse race and is the horse with blanket before the race.  I don't really know what she is doing, but her ass-end is ready to take out all the photos on the little hutch.  And my feet are still freezing.
Here's the thing, in a few years, if I am lucky, I won't have this giant playing Elliot or horse race or anything else.  She is six now.  There have already been some health issues and we have already had the discussion about how far we would take her medical care.  I know that there is maybe two good years left with her.  I am finding myself mourning her already.  I love the big dog.  I love the space they take up in a room.  I love the way their bark fills the cul-de-sac.  I love the fear in the eyes of those who don't know her. 
What in the world will I do with a terrier?  Oh, they are cute enough.  I like the scruffy ones, the ones that look like they were kicked out of a pub.  Harlow has a little dog friend that comes over on occasion, she is 1/32nd Harlow's size.  It is a treat to watch them play.  Harlow lays on her rug and Meeka prances and dances around.  Only time there is an issue is when Meeka high five's Harlow and Harlow wants to high five her back.
She is done now.  Harlow has managed to back herself out of the blanket.  She has successfully turned herself around on the blanket four times and is now laying down on the swirled up heap of what was once keeping my feet warm.  She has gotten herself as small as possible and still takes up four square feet of space. 
Harlow in a blanket?  I think I will!!!