Now speaking of dogs, I do not like the dogs to sleep on our bed. Number one I don't want to sleep with all that dog hair, and Kylie and Bear have a lot of it and each one has different types so it makes it hard to clean off. I also think that quite frankly, I spoiled Miss Kylie Mo during her younger years when she was allowed to sleep with me, such that now if she gets on the bed, she thinks Mommy gets one side and Kylie gets the other. I'm not sure where she thinks Daddy is supposed to sleep. I suppose she doesn't care!
But each night for the past several weeks, when I get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, my sweet little Bear comes into our room from the living room to check on me. As I go back to bed, I stop at the foot of the bed on Jeff's side where Bear settles down while I'm in the bathroom and scratch him under the chin. However, I think that a scratch under the chin in dog language translates to "Hi there boy, why don't you jump on the bed after I settle in". You can imagine what happens when I crawl back into bed. I finally get myself situated again and then a little fluffy face appears next to me. He settles himself between Jeff and I and quickly knocks out. At 3am, he's just so darned cute and fluffy and cuddly that I can't possibly make him get down. I think he senses I'm in a weakened condition and knows when to "attack".
So lately, we start out with no dogs on the bed, but usually in the early morning, we are joined by that fluffy, cuddly, sweet little Baby Bear that somehow has managed to win my heart.
Don't tell Kylie!!
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