If you've ever owned a Husky puppy, you know the sounds they can make can scare the bejeezes out of you. They sound like they are being strangled. Well, every night I put Brut in his child's playpen (my husband's idea, don't ask) and then he would carry on with these gut wrenching screams and screeches that I would swear to the heavens he was hurt. I knew he was trying to get my attention but his voice was so wrangle that I would end up getting up and checking on him, which of course only lead me to a wagging tail and a smiling face.
So after being up half of the night growling, I finally gave up and went to bed. Brut shrieked and screamed as I tried to ignore the horror that sounded like he was dying. Then suddenly, dead silence. QUIET! I was so exhausted, I passed out in seconds flat. When I awoke, I heart melted, there was Brut, laying next to my side of the bed, curled up on a pile of my clothes. I just laid there in amazement at this little puffball sleeping so peacefully next to me. I never heard Brut get out of the play pen, I thought he had finally given up and fallen asleep in it. There was something so precious about the way this little puppy sought me out and wanting to be so close. He never tried to wake me and make any fuss, he just needed to be nearby.
After that night he would wait for me to lay down and then he would crawl out and cuddle in my clothes and fall asleep. Why I kept putting him in that playpen was beyond me, but it was like a game to see how long it would take him to get out of it before we would both be snoozing into a quiet slumber.