My dog Bluebell sleeps in his bed, right next to mine. I never allowed him in the bed at all, until I moved back to Texas from North Carolina… I was having a hard time readjusting to life on my own.
So, I started letting him sleep in the bed… Even though he is a huge bed hog, it brought me comfort.
But… Ultimately I started to notice that neither of us slept well. I move around a lot in my sleep, and he did not appreciate this 😀
He liked to sleep in whatever position took up the most amount of space, and I did not appreciate that!
Plus, he would often jump down and I was afraid he would hurt himself. My bed is fairly high, and the floors are hard. He is 16, and suffers from arthritis as it is….
So, I broke this habit. It took a couple days of picking him up and putting him in his bed before he resigned himself to the new arrangement.
But the last two days, I have woke up to find him snuggled up against me. The first night it stormed, and I assumed he needed comfort in the night… He’s very afraid of storms.
But last night, I don’t think there were storms…? I was thinking as I got ready for work, maybe he has gotten smart enough to wait until I fall asleep??
All of a sudden, another thought hit me… Maybe it is me who needs the comfort.
My heart has been hurting a bit lately… Other people’s actions, compounded by self reflection and enlightenment ( not a bad thing… Just sometimes the truth hurts right ? )
And just plain lonely.
I know i dream a lot …. But I rarely remember.
I wonder if he is protecting me from my dreams?
I think he needs some more treats 😀🐾