I was having a leisurely Sunday afternoon, napping in my bed, as a dog should be doing when Hazel, the Corgi, small for her size, sneaked in and attacked. She had the initial advantage. I was asleep, unaware, groggy. She, lightning fast, quick on her tiny feet, danced on the perimeter of my dog bed some number from Swan Lake. I recognized the moves but was feeling more stone cold than tippy toes from my rude awakening. I got my crocodile teeth gnashing and tried to pin the pipsqueak down, but she was slippery, not literally, but wiggly like a worm in your hand looking for dirt. Feeling lazy, I tried to wrestle her right in my bed, but she rolled me out. A Cinderella smile and dainty features, she is a cheeky kid and a fierce competitor. The nerve. I rolled back into bed. It was back and forth and back and forth, (I need my beauty sleep), round after round after round until Ella called a time out. I was like, “What took you so long?” I was a lazy wrestler today. Wait until next time. Right now it is nap time.