Mo's Little Secret

After looking through pictures to post of my sweet "snugglers" I found a series of pictures of Miss Kylie Mo that warranted sharing. Let me start over by saying that Kylie would prefer to be on the bed at all times. And when I say on the bed, I mean smack dab in the middle of all of the pillows on the bed. I was taught that my bed was a safe place, a place of rest, and that it should be of the utmost comfort. I probably took that to the next level. I have unashamedly spared no expense on down comforters, feather beds, down pillows, yummy sheets, and lots and lots of throw pillows. I love my bed. (When we got married Jeff was amazed at all that went into bed making after years of not even having a mattress pad on his bed. WHAT??) But back to Kylie Mo.
I have apparently raised a princess in that sweet Kylie loves the bed as well. She slept with me for years - all through college and well after - but has in recent years been moved to the floor. Well, actually the ottoman from our big chair which Jeff pushes next to my side of the bed for her to be as close to me as possible, but either way, she doesn't sleep on the bed. (OK, unless there is a thunderstorm because she is afraid of thunder and needs comfort from me when it crashes and booms) She does however, boycott the idea that she is not allowed on the bed by making herself quite at home in the middle of all of the pillows if we forget to shut the bedroom door when we leave. The funny thing is if she is caught (which, Jeff has occasionally forgotten to shut the bedroom door) she doesn't even pick her head up when she is "found". She just looks as if to say, "Why are you surprised that I would position myself upon these lovely layers of soft comfort?" Because, again, just to BE on the bed is not enough for my sweet dog. The pillows are MUCH more comfortable for Her Highness to lay upon.
However, several weeks ago, I could not find her. I looked upstairs on the guest bed and in the window of the nursery - all of her favorite places to be. I didn't call her name because sometimes it is fun to find her when she's "hiding". I went into our bedroom to check the bathroom floor (the rug in front of the tub is another good spot) and still I couldn't find her. She was 75 pounds of hidden black lab. I walked around the bed to my side thinking she may be in front of the window in our room. No Kylie. Until I turned around.
There was a little black tail peeking out from UNDER the bed. Apparently, she had found a fun hiding spot under the bed. Before I woke her up and she moved, I ran for the camera to catch her in action. Or lack thereof. So then I went around to Jeff's side of the bed, pulled the dust ruffle up, and got another shot of her, visibly disturbed that I had awakened her.













This would be what la princessa sleeps on. Jeff likes to push her from the livingroom into the bedroom atop her throne. Really. He enjoys this. She looks like she was born to rule, huh?