Sleeping with Dogs

Do you let your dogs sleep in your bedroom or on your bed?

My dogs have always slept downstairs at night but my husbands dogs had always slept in the bedroom.  When we were first together I brought my dog with me (his had passed on before we met) so he still slept downstairs - the dog, not the husband.  But when my dog passed away nearly 2 years ago we bought 2 puppies and until now they have also always slept downstairs – mainly because they were puppies and liable to do all the yukky puppy things plus eat our clothes, my bears etc. if they were upstairs unsupervised when we were in bed.  The other problem is that one of them is a bit of a yapper – one thing we didn’t want in a dog but ended up with anyway!  But we didn’t want to be woken up at every noise she heard.  The other one make a sort of “fuff-fuff” sound when thinking about “shall I bark or not” but even if she decides it isn’t worth barking after all this “fuff-fuff” sound always makes the other one bark as she is the more nervous of the two. 

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We had discussed a few times about whether we should now try letting them have the run of most of the house at night and the other night we decided to give it a try.   Never again!!!  If you have your dogs up in the bedroom with you I just don’t know how you do it.  Ours are only lapdog size (Lhasapoos - Lhasa Apso / Toy Poodle cross) but boy do they keep you awake!  They fidget, they scratch, they snore, they lick your face, they climb all over you and they just don’t stay still for long!  I thought it was said that all dogs do is sleep.  Well, maybe they do in their own bed but certainly not on mine!  I think they did everything apart from start playing with toys or each other.

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One kept lying across my bad leg and so hurting my tendon and if she wasn’t laying on it she was lying next to it which pulled the quilt tight over it so it was pulling my toes towards the bed (not a comfortable position for someone with achilles tendonitis I can tell you).  That’s when she had finally settled after going round and round in circles and scratching trying to make her bed every time she changed position.  The other one kept wrapping herself around my head so that her head was either just above mine or next to mine on the pillow – either way it was a great way to prove to me just how loud she could snore.  Then there was the grunting and snortling in between the snores.  She was worse than hubby!  If she wasn’t snoring in my ear she turned the other way so that she was leaning her body into me and I had a face full of her thick fur. 

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They took turns in seeing who could make me the most uncomfortable by laying on my chest, my tummy and worst of all, my bladder!  Giving in and getting up for a pee meant they followed me but when I got back into bed they had a competition to see who could just on my most vital organs from the floor.  On one of the few occasions I had actually dozed off to sleep the yapper did exactly that (well ok just a little bark, but enough to wake me with a start).  I think I got about 2 or 3 hours actual sleep in the end and felt absolutely zombie-like for half the next day. 

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You probably wont be surprised to learn that hubbie slept through most of this as it was my side of the bed they spent the night on for some reason – probably because I am more padded than he is and have to sleep on my back because of disc problems.  He did admit he slept badly though and was woken by the yap.  So there was no discussion to be had about whether we continue with it or not – it was a very definite NO.  They happily went back downstairs when it was time for bed the next night and had no problems with me closing the stairgate on them, thank goodness.  So we tried it and it didn’t work and from now on they sleep downstairs in their nice quilted bed and we sleep peacefully upstairs in our dog-free bedroom.

Todays trivia snippet:

Beetles taste like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon.

(How do they know this!!!  Who on earth decided to taste them and describe a likeness!!!)

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Todays chuckle:

An Italian Boy's Confession

'Bless me Father, for I have sinned.  I have been with a loose girl'.

The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano ?'
'Yes, Father, it is.'

'And who was the girl you were with?'
'I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation'

Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as
well tell me now.

Was it Tina Minetti?'
'I cannot say.'

'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?'
'I'll never tell.'
'Was it Nina Capelli?'
'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'

'Was it Cathy Piriano?'
'My lips are sealed.'

'Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?'
'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'

The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped, Joey Pagano, and I admire that.  But you've sinned and have to atone.  You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.'

Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers,
'What'd you get?'

4 months vacation and five good leads