A big step
We took a big step yesterday. It’s one that has made me feel rather sad. I have always had a big dog bed at the foot of Mum and Dad’s bed. Sleeping right near them has been very important to me. Unfortunately, I’ve always taken that a little too literally and can’t resist actually getting into the bed with them when they least expect it. Now, because of my back, I am not allowed to climb up on things like the bed. The only way to actually stop me is for me to not be in the bedroom. I simply cannot exercise enough self-control however hard I try.
For the last few weeks, since coming off crate rest, I have slept in the kitchen at night. Pebbles sleeps in her own room, so isn’t in with Mum and Dad. That means there is no need of a dog bed in the bedroom.
Moving things round
Dad said that as it wasn’t in use then we should move it. Mum and I weren’t keen. It’s one thing knowing I sleep there anymore, but quite another taking the bed away. That all feels a bit too final. Yesterday, Mum was doing the vacuuming in their bedroom and got as far as my bed. Mum then came to talk to me and said we needed to be brave and it really did make sense to move the bed.
Mum is going to look at whether it can be fitted into the kitchen to make me more comfortable where I now sleep. I suppose that’s quite a good idea, but it still make me feel sad. It’s whether we can make sure that Pebbles doesn’t attack it. She can get very physical with beds when she’s trying to entertain herself.
Love and licks
Wilma
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