Its cold, and I like a dog to cuddle up with when I'm in my bed.
Watson, my late standard poodle, still missed, was a great bed dog. He would cuddle up up, and decline to rise until I'd put the other dogs outside, and had made my coffee. He would join me for coffee and special "poodle-time" while I put my morning together. I miss Watson.
Rook. He was a good bed dog. Fantastic cuddler.....until he became incontinent in the number one AND the number two way, with advanced age. I think he understood. I hope he understood , when I bought him inexpensive discardable dog beds and used thriftstore blankets and placed beside my bed.
Vangie. . Good bed dog. I hope she's enjoying a bed.
Its cold now, and I'm skin-flint enough to turn my heat all but off during nights.
I'm taking applications for a bed dog.
Star. She sucks my blankets! WTF, Suckles my blankets, and thinks about her sweet mama (Tess)
This makes my bedding wet. Very wet, and unpleasantly dank.. Yuck! Also Star rates my breathing, and when its deep enough, she goes into the kitchen and eats my cookies , or meat that is thawing., or topples the garbage and spreads it about.
Star! You flunk bed dog! Get in your crate!
Jet. He doesnt really want to be in the bed. I can respect that. I, also, am a mammal who needs some space....but Jet also sneaks out to topple the garbage, and just yesterday, he spilled and ate a 20 lb bag of wild bird seed.
No No! Get in your crate!
Fitz! My loving puppy! He seems to get the whole bed-dog thing....at least, I am pleased to think so.He has the cuddling down. He is a natural.....; until I catch him.TAKING a SHIT right on MY BED!!!!!! ON MY BED! while I'm in it!
Fitz. You flunk at bed dog.
Back to the crate you go.
Jones. It almost worked. He's a good cuddler, Doesn't shit. Doesn't pee. Doesn't pull midnight garbage heists....but every morning I let Jones in my bed, I wake up with the NASTY toilet plunger next to me. He LOVES that thing!
Sorry Jones. Crate time.
I'm about ready to invite my cats in for the night, and see if one of these might be a cuddle-muffin with no alternative agenda.
Or alternitavely, I read that the old timers used to go to bed surrounded by hot baked potatoes.
