Bedtime Stories

I'm slowly becoming convinced that there is no such thing as "sharing" a bed with a Scottie. Sure, we might be on the same mattress but I've learned that no matter how small their little bodies are, they somehow manage to take up half the bed or position themselves in the most awkward places...leaving us to come up with equally creative ways to sleep because we feel too guilty to move them. Sometimes, after I've finally managed to fall asleep, I hear a shaking of the collar or the movement of paws heading my way. I turn around and open my eyes to see Mr. K looking very seriously at me, as if to say, "Did you think I wouldn't notice that you turned away/stopped cuddling/changed position on me?" And that's my cue: I turn on my back, pat my belly and he take it up himself to hoist his front paws on top and settle in for the next round of sleep. (This interruption is usually the first of many...)

Of course, I know what you're thinking: how would I know about all this? Doesn't Scottie Dad forbid hooman bed privileges? The answer is yes. Remember: for the purposes of this blog, Heather and Mr. K's habit of stealing the hooman bed while Scottie Dad's away is entirely fictitious. Wink, wink. So when I talk about that night that Mr. K woke me up five times or the morning I got woken up by a Scottie sneeze in my face...never really happened. And those photos you see of them on our comforter? Completely staged. Dont you worry, Scottie Dad! However, I will say this: their days of being prohibited from a hooman bed are limited. We are just three days from closing on a townhome that has three bedrooms. I will honor Scottie Dad's wish of no dogs in the master bedroom. However, the first thing on my agenda is to set up a guest room...not so much for the guests as it is for me and the Scots!

When I lived on my own, I didn't have the luxury of a queen bed like I do now. In fact, I had a twin. Yes, a twin bed that was occupied by myself, Mr. K, Heather (usually for about half the night before she gave up and went back to her doggie bed) and even Scottie Dad when he visited. To this day, I have no idea how we made that work. Scottie Dad said it was highly uncomfortable but I honestly don't recall having a problem. That must be why we spent so much time at Scottie Dad's apartment. They weren't allowed on the hooman bed there, either, but at least they were allowed to sleep under the bed. Those mornings were especially adorable. Mr. K would put his front paws up on the mattress and wag his tail until he got my attention. Who wouldn't wake up smiling to a face like that? It was a confusing time, I'm sure, for the pups - being allowed on one bed but not the other. Lucky for Scottie Dad, his bed is too tall for a Scottie to jump on.

The funniest part of it all is that I am a complete grouch if I don't get the sleep I need. Withought sleep, I simply can't function and when I do, I'm certainly not happy about it. However, I find myself more than willing to sacrifice my sleep just so I can have Heather and Mr. K by my side. It doesn't matter how many times Mr. K wakes me up to ensure his optimum comfort or if Heather has been on my feet so long that they too have fallen asleep. I still would much rather have them there all snuggly in the hooman bed than to get a full night of uniterrupted sleep. It is a good thing I will live so close to work soon. I may need that extra hour on the days Scottie Dad is away to make up for what I didn't get during the night. Here's my question to you: what's bedtime like for your pup? Does he or she get hooman bed privileges in your house or prefer the doggie bed?