GETTING READY FOR BED AS WE ROLL INTO THE WINTER SOLSTICE

Garry goes to bed before me because he likes to settle into bed and watch (using headphones) old black & white classic movies — and westerns. Crime movies. The stuff I’m not usually interested in watching. This is fine because I come in later, usually after writing a piece which seems to be a late night event these days. But I also defer going to bed because I’m not ready for the battle to come.

You see, when Bonnie was old and sick, we let her sleep in the bedroom. Not on the bed, because she was too short-legged to jump off safely, but on a bed next to the bed. By then Gibbs had died and Duke was tending to Bonnie’s every need. He was truly in her service. After she passed, Duke gradually has developed his own swagger. One day, being as he can make the jump, he decided he was going to sleep with us. It was the last non-hairy place in the house. Now, everything is hairy. It’s a little better with his coat clipped, but there’s a lotta dog hair floating around this house.

The hair gets into everything. As one well-known Westminster Kennel Club announcer used to says, “Dog hair is a condiment in this house.”

Wise words. He kept a lot of dogs so I have to assume he could not sleep with all of them. Honestly, I really didn’t want to sleep with the Duke. I find it hard to position my back so I can sleep. For a 35-pound dog, the Duke manages to take up and astounding amount of bed. I know when I come into the bedroom, this is the arrangement I will see.

Note the careful positioning by El Duque

I go into the bedroom. The Dukes eyes follow me around. Garry is smirking because he SAID having the dog in bed with us would be a problem. I change into a nightgown, brush my teeth, take the last medication of the day, adjust the bed and look at the Duke. He hasn’t moved and is still bisecting the bed. I look at him and say: “Duke, move over.”

See the belly?

He rolls his eyes at me, those big googly eyes, and he moves an inch or two over towards Garry. He sighs deeply. The things people force him to do! I look at him and say in my sterner voice: “Duke! You ARE going to move.”

He looks at me. I can see from his eyes how betrayed he feels. He moves over and curls up at the end of the bed pressing against Garry’s feet. “Ha,” I think. “Smirk now!” Duke sighs again. He is being harassed and wounded. I think he will need his own shrink to help him deal with the pressure of having to move over in the bed.

When Duke writes his biography, I think it will be a tragedy of faithless humans forcing him to eat DOG FOOD and MOVE OVER on the bed.



Categories: Anecdote, Animals, dogs, Humor, Photography

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18 replies

  1. He still gets to sleep there, which is pretty good. There should be some dog-gratitude in that.

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  2. Oh my…. even our small dachsie did that – only she was clever enough to realise that my then husband was a so much better target than me! Once he hit his pillow, he was out for the count. In the morning I would find our dog having his tired head beautifully on the pillow covered to the nose with husband’s blankett neatly around her…. husband didn’t mind – I did!

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  3. My three cats own our bed. And they only sleep on my side! One even crawls under the duvet to cuddle next to my legs. I appreciate the love, but I have no idea what it’s like to stretch out in bed.

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  4. this is hilarious, sorry, and hope you find your space )

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  5. I started letting Cindy sleep on our bed one cold winter soon after I stopped working. Prior to that she had a bed in the laundry. I figured that as I didn’t have to get up early for work anymore it would be OK if she slept in our room. It was fine when we had a big bed but after David died I got rid of our King Size bed and and the Queen sized bed that had been in the spare room and bought a single. Just as well, my room here is a mere 3x3metres, if I had a King bed there would be no room for anything else. So Cindy tried to sleep on the bed with me. She is a good dog an she didn’t spread out Duke style but there wasn’t much room. Cindy is a bigger dog than Duke. If I got too fidgety for her she just got down. At some point she must have realised that it just didn’t work and started to sleep on the floor beside the bed so I put a dog bed there and that’s where she sleeps unless for some reason she decides to sleep on the floor next to the door. I keep the bedroom door shut at night and if she wants to go outside she asks me. If I leave it open sometimes she doesn’t.

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    • Tas, I have very reluctantly yielded to El Duque joining us in bed. No choice really. He would batter down the door if we tried to keep him out. When he stretches his legs in bed, it adds more insult.

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  6. Haha, Marilyn, this really is funny. I do tend to agree with Garry thought, letting Duke in the bed was always going to end up a problem.

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