Orly has a mean center punch.

And a very hard head.

Let’s back up…

I was dog-sitting for two wonderful pups, one of whom insisted that he absolutely had to go out at 3 am. We all went out. Dogs did what dogs do, and we stood there for a few minutes marveling at the stars. I did, at least. My friends live well outside of Missoula and can actually see stars. It was a beautiful clear night, if a bit cold.

I was settling back into bed when Orly asked to come up for a cuddle. I leaned over to pet her and said she could come up. Usually, she needs to be told a few times and I need to move over and show her her spot, convincing her that I really want to cuddle with her.

Not this time.

I don’t think the word “yes” was out of my mouth before she leapt. Full speed ahead, just inches from my nose.

There was quite a bit of blood.

While I was dealing with that, Orly settled in on the bed — nice of me to warm it for her — and went to sleep. My friends’ dogs settled on their beds and returned to sleep as well. Only sweet Dotty came to check on me and keep me company while I iced my nose.

Orly doesn’t actually take boxing lessons. Turns out she does not need them, either. And I’m pondering the benefits of a dogless bed …