I know. You’re probably all, “WHY did you start letting her sleep in your bed?” And the answer is that I am POWERLESS against her sad brown eyes looking at me when I ask her to go into her den at night. She looks at me as if to say, “You mean it? You’re going to make me go into that cage thing while you are all snuggled in your warm fleece sheets?” And I’m FINISHED.
So yeah – she sleeps with us most nights now. At first, it was fine, because she’d settle in about mid way down the center of the bed, in between us, and we all had our own space and were all quite comfortable.
But lately, she’s insisting that she be higher up in the bed, near our pillows. That was ok, until the last couple of nights, when she has basically taken OVER my pillow, leaving me with just the edge of it, and waaaaaay too much distance between me and Mr. Mock.
Yesterday I got up from my teeny tiny fraction of the bed that Mockdog has left to me, and went to shower. When I came out, this is what I saw:
This is what our bed has become. It has become Mockdog’s bed, which she generously allows us to share small pieces of when it suits her.