Bed Dogs

It was a Kodak moment, and of course, my Kodak was not at hand. I walked into the bedroom and there lies Mickey. In the middle of the king-sized bed, on his back. In all his doggy bliss, king of the bed. Generally, we laugh at his bedroom antics. If the bed is made he will pull the covers down to expose a pillow and snuggle in there on the pillow. If the bed is not made and the pillows are nicely exposed, he will sleep at the bottom of the bed on the pile of covers. Mick prefers the bed sans humans. Go figure.

Kobe has several "beds". Most of which are on ground level. He has his corner bed in the bedroom. His office bed next to my computer. And, of course, his recliner bed. Being the first dog to ever have recliner privileges at my house, he rules the roost nicely from there.

Maddie sleeps on both sides of the bed. Depending on which of us is tolerating the extra warmth from her snuggling. From now through April (barring hot flashes) she'll snuggle in right by the small of my back like a furry hot water bottle. When it's cold out, Mick will join the mix, snuggling in right behind my knees. He's not a furry hot water bottle kind of dog. But we have a heat transfer system going. Maddie warms me, I warm Mick. Reno? His job is to maintain control of his share of the blankets - no easy task that.

Sidney has his section of the sofa, and his crate. He is curled up on his sofa right now. In his place, in his little ball. He does the same thing in his crate, but doesn't have to endure the imposition of sharing his crate, like he has to share his sofa.

I've come a long way since I let the dogs start sleeping with me. And I love it, well except for when it's really hot, or I'm really hot. But you know, they don't mind if I kick them out of bed once in a while. They simply wait until I drift off to sleep again, and like the stealth dogs they are, they fly in under the radar and assume the position.