She’s weird. I know I’ve said it before…but she is. Not at all consistent.
I have my own bed in the hall. She has hers in the bedroom. And then, there is the sofa which is sort of neutral territory. ‘Cept it is mostly mine
Every night she comes to my bed for a snuggle…that’s just the way it is. She always comes to say goodnight. Even if I’m on the sofa, when she starts cleaning her teeth, I go to my bed and I know she’ll be there for a cuddle any minute. I know where I stand with that, even though I’m laid down.
Then there’s the sofa. I get it to myself most of the time…and I can stretch really good and fill it almost end to end. But sometimes she’ll come and sit down on it with me. Sometimes we’ll even curl up and go to sleep on it together if she gets tired or tries to watch the box-thing in the corner. That always sends her to sleep. That’s good too.
I don’t mind sharing my sofa. Going to sleep with a two-legs is a trust thing, you know. Dogs only snooze with creatures they trust…even if they snore. She says I snore like a steam train. Says she has kept trying to film me… but until I see the evidence, I am not inclined to believe her. I’ve never heard me snoring and I always sleep with one ear open… it’s part of my job description.
Though we’d best not mention ears. She’s been chasing me a lot with the horrid squirty thing. Says I have a poorly ear. WelL, I know that! But I don’t know why she thinks squirting cold, cucumbery stuff in them will help! Would she fancy smelling like a salad?
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the whole bed thing.
Well, her bed is in her bedroom. And it’s big, way too big for one little two-legs. I should think she’d be lonely up there on her own, but she says no, she’s fine, every time I
try offer to keep her company. So she’ll let me in the room sometimes, if she’s doing stuff, but soon as it is ‘bedtime, girlie’ that’s it, the door gets shut.
‘It’s too high for you, girlie,’ she says. I’ve shown her loads of time how easily I can get up there! And I am not getting too old to jump down again, whatever she says. It’s just that the floor’s a bit slippery for paws. And it’s not my fault she struggles to lift me down and it has nothing to do with all the extra treats I’ve had lately either! One of us may be getting a bit older than we may like to think…
So, I know the rules, although I may not always remember them. No getting on her bed. Even though I let her on mine…go figure!
But when she wasn’t well she had to go lay down… and she may have forgotten the door. If she is going to lay down in the day, it is usually on the sofa, so I was a bit worried, you know. That’s why I crept in, just to check on her. Doing my duty.
But the bed is too high, I couldn’t see properly to check. So I had to get up there. No choice! I was as careful as I could be… crept like a cat… but she must have felt the bed move ’cause she flung her arm out and I was trapped! I didn’t dare move!
She didn’t wake up properly though… just muttered something about furry hot water bottles and snuggled up. So I thought I’d better stay put. Didn’t want her to get cold or anything.
Trouble is, she was so warm and cosy she slept right through my walk time and my dinner!
‘Serves you right, girlie,’ she says when she finally wakes up. ‘You shouldn’t be so cuddlesome.’
I hope that doesn’t mean she’s remembered about my diet again? I don’t fancy skipping any more meals!