Cat: you and who else?
Treble, the dog we’re sitting, blinked.
Dog: you of course your head nearly touched mine
Cat: Because I was watching to make sure you didn’t attack.
Dog: We met in the middle of the bed your sweet lizard breath on mine
Cat: Gross! You realize you heave carbon dioxide more humid that the average midsummer day in Florida, right?
Dog, looking at me, dreamily: She reached out and touched me
Cat: I swatted you, ding dong. I wanted you to back up.
Dog: Maybe today maybe today we might even
Cat, eyes narrowing: might even what??
Dog, eyes closing, sighing: lick each other
Cat: F😳ck no!
So I gotta say, that bed is way, waaaaaaay too small for a fully grown male lab, a cat with anger issues, Beloved and me. Treble is a total gentleman – he recognizes the cat’s eminent domain and waits to be invited on the bed. Even then, he won’t get up unless the cat is at the foot, I’m sitting in the middle between them, and he can gracefully leap onto my pillow.
Where he settles.
Very comfy.
Okay… but… where do I sleep? Damn dog.
At this point it’s a matter of hauling him into position – the only way we’re all gonna get even a modicum of rest is the three of us laying like soldiers perpendicular to the pillow, dog in the middle, cat at the foot.
Shifting him requires three strong men and a back hoe. Once he lies down, you can move him… if you have the muscular ability. I can deal with his front end, but holy bags of anvils, that boy puts everything into making his nether regions immovable.
He has to be in the middle of the bed because he stretches out his paws. If you fold them into his body then rapidly lay down, it’s possible to get the three of us on there.
However, he is wont to stretch his legs anyway, not really caring whether he’s on top of you or not… and in this heat, damn, that dog is like having a giant hairy hot water bottle tucked next to you. It would be lovely in winter. In 85 degree heat overnight… it’s a wretch.
It’s so hard to get mad at him because he is such a lovebug…. and so, so well mannered. I would keep him in a red hot minute but his family obviously wants him back upon their return tomorrow.
I’d just sleep with a bag of ice on my pillow each night.
Examining Misadventures 