Rocco LOVES to nap with me. And when he finds a comfortable position on the bed, he lets out the sweetest sigh, like "life is good". It melts my heart.
Unfortunately, Rocco is a bed hog.
More like a bed elephant.
If he even THINKS I am going to bed, he will rush past me to try to stake his claim on the bed. And of course he wants to sleep on MY side of the bed, on top of MY covers, with his head on MY pillow.
So napping with Rocco has become a covert operation.
I have actually become adept at faking a trip to my closet, or feigning a look out the window, or pretending to fold laundry...or any diversionary tactic to distract Rocco from the bedroom. Then I jump into bed and quickly try to find MY comfortable position, before Rocco the Flying Dog leaps over Molly or anything else in his way to get onto the bed.
And if I don't get into bed before Rocco hears me, he will race into the bedroom, and become Rocco the Boneless Dog, jumping onto the bed, then completely collapsing and going limp, unwilling to move even one inch. Then he glares at me, giving me the "what the hell is wrong with you?" look.
Because to him, it's HIS bed. Rocco does not think that he is a dog.
But I guess we don't think he's a dog, either.
He has his own blog, for gosh sakes.
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You have such a way with words - I could totally picture that scene as you described it! Too funny. I know that blissful sigh well ;) ... makes it hard to boot them off (even if they don't weigh 100 lbs!)
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