Staying Warm In the Big Bed
Did I hear the words Big Bed??BRRRRR! It’s January cold out there, and my precious furs run in and out as fast as their furry feet will carry them - afraid, I guess, of turning into pupsicles. Even Rosie and Lulu, smugly wrapped in their Alaskan winter coats, really don’t want to linger long outside. The boys (Joey, the Beagle and his Golden brothers, Max and George) handle the weather very differently. Joey first needs persuasion, followed by a stern look, followed by a loud voice to get his Beagle self moving toward the yard, which he reluctantly enters and exits in under thirty seconds. Max and George, however, race out the back door, chase each other around the yard, sniff at whatever draws their attention, take time to pay attention to business, and then race to the door with Golden glee. Joey greets them with a look that suggests next time around, they should ask the Good Lord for some common sense. What’s not to love about a Golden?
Joe is in Florida and, of course, to my pups and kid that means, “BIG BED.” It’s a little like how I would imagine sleeping in a circus car. My Rascal takes her sleep very seriously and does not like to be disturbed. So when everyone jostles for position throughout the night, she will emerge like a Tasmanian devil, striking out at whomever or whatever happens to be closest, which, more often than not, is me! Not very restful. Crash snores. (Yes, he does Carol Ann!) While Rosie and Lulu find the bed too hot for sleeping, this does not keep them from using it as a trampoline. Mafan likes to nest like a hat on my pillow, and Lexi and Roxi wrap themselves as close as they can to me without disturbing Rascal. Not disturbing Rascal is the part that puts us all on edge. Not very peaceful. Joey sleeps like a dead weight and once he is settled you can forget about moving him. He likes the middle of the bed. The Goldens, showing the kind of good sense I wish I had, leave for the living room couch. Teddy agrees to the dog bed on the floor, which I had just begun to covet, and at some point Toby and Matty get over being shy and join us. Just when I think that I might be dozing off, the human pup decides that he is thirsty and untangles himself so he can get a drink of water. When he comes back, naturally his spot is gone and it takes plenty of growling, arguing, and negotiations for everyone to settle once more. We give new meaning to the group, Three Dog Night!
Congratulations to my mom and her Doberman, Rumor! They just got their Utility Title at a dog show this past weekend in Texas. A Utility Title is a Ph.D. for dogs and is a very challenging degree to complete for both the owner and the dog. Way to show!
Camp is Good, Hope you are too!
Joe is in Florida and, of course, to my pups and kid that means, “BIG BED.” It’s a little like how I would imagine sleeping in a circus car. My Rascal takes her sleep very seriously and does not like to be disturbed. So when everyone jostles for position throughout the night, she will emerge like a Tasmanian devil, striking out at whomever or whatever happens to be closest, which, more often than not, is me! Not very restful. Crash snores. (Yes, he does Carol Ann!) While Rosie and Lulu find the bed too hot for sleeping, this does not keep them from using it as a trampoline. Mafan likes to nest like a hat on my pillow, and Lexi and Roxi wrap themselves as close as they can to me without disturbing Rascal. Not disturbing Rascal is the part that puts us all on edge. Not very peaceful. Joey sleeps like a dead weight and once he is settled you can forget about moving him. He likes the middle of the bed. The Goldens, showing the kind of good sense I wish I had, leave for the living room couch. Teddy agrees to the dog bed on the floor, which I had just begun to covet, and at some point Toby and Matty get over being shy and join us. Just when I think that I might be dozing off, the human pup decides that he is thirsty and untangles himself so he can get a drink of water. When he comes back, naturally his spot is gone and it takes plenty of growling, arguing, and negotiations for everyone to settle once more. We give new meaning to the group, Three Dog Night!
Congratulations to my mom and her Doberman, Rumor! They just got their Utility Title at a dog show this past weekend in Texas. A Utility Title is a Ph.D. for dogs and is a very challenging degree to complete for both the owner and the dog. Way to show!
Camp is Good, Hope you are too!
Katybeth
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