Dogs in the Bed
By edavis on January 24, 2012
We only have one dog so the title is a bit misleading, but sometimes it feels like there is more than one. The dog - a 45 pound short haired whippet looking mix - curls up under the blankets right where my legs should be.
I put my legs around him. I put my legs over him. I slide one leg under him and the other behind him. He doesn't mind.
I mind, but I feel bad for him otherwise and I want him to feel like he's part of the family.
He's been somewhat neglected since we've had kids. Not neglected so much as just not the main show. And now he has to always be on the lookout for grabby hands and he has to monitor the moods of the toddlers as they approach him where he's sleeping.
I gave him a kiss on the forehead today while he slept on the sofa and then little girl immediately wobbled over and gave him A Forehead. He licked her face. She did it again. I cooed how sweet she was and picked her up and hugged her and gave the dog another kiss (and a break from the kids).
So when we go to bed, I want the pooch to feel welcome and loved and special and warm. Thankfully, he only hangs out under the covers for twenty minutes or so (most nights) and then slides off and sleeps in his cushy dog bed.
Unless I have to go hang with the kids in the other room. Inevitably, when I return to the room ready to get back to my sleep, my husband has rolled over leaving me enough room for the side profile of my body and the dog has moved up to where my lower half should be. If I'm in a good mood, I just somehow wedge my way in. If I'm not feeling so loving, I consider....well, I don't know what I consider because on those nights I'm too tired and inflexible to consider anything.
So I usually speak up and my husband rolls over and the dog stays. And twenty minutes later he slides off the bed into his own.