The Dog In The Bed
I will admit, I love sleeping with my dog. She is cute, warm and cozy. I will also confess that she filled a space when my husband left. She is too small to jump up on the bed by herself, so rather than having to wake up to help her get up, I bought her a small set of steps so she could get in without my help. This might have been a mistake, but I don’t know.
She sometimes spends the night prowling around the house and arrives in the morning to snuggle a bit before insisting I get up to get her breakfast. I think she owns me.
Being a pack animal means she especially likes climbing in bed with me if I have a guest. This has only been the case with 2 regular guests since my husband moved out.
In the first case, he was attached to the dog and mostly didn’t mind. It’s an awkward dance in a slightly crowded bed, but, whatever. It will always feel like the invasion of privacy that it is.
I remember a funny occasion when we told the dog to turn around while we were making love, and she did. Sometimes it seems like she knows we want to be left alone. Whatever, we all project our thoughts onto our pets.
Being part of a pack with the dog in bed brings equal parts amusement and awkwardness to what could otherwise be plain romantic intimacy. Dog lovers understand this.
Fortunately, I used my superior intelligence this morning to figure out that the dog can’t open a locked bedroom door. Admittedly, I’ve known this a long time but I guess I’ve been very amused by the dance of the dog.
Thank you for reading:)