At about three in the morning, my cocker spaniel starts running. She isn't going anywhere. She's sound asleep beside me, tucked against my left side because that's where she likes to be. We have nine dogs, so personal space in our house has always been more theoretical than actual, but this particular little girl has decided that sleeping beside me is her safe place. Unfortunately, my left side is also where the arm I broke at the end of June is still trying to heal, and when