The bed has become a place of luxury to me!
I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world.”
Despite their monikers, Bug and Beau are actually very easygoing animals, generally content with the simple things in life. Their list of favorite things is long: walks, breakfast, treats, lunch, treats, dinner, treats, toys, car rides, bones, and cuddles to name a few. But of all these things, few score higher than their beds.
Lola Bug goes to her bed and settles in each night with nary a peep. She waits for her nighttime cookie dutifully, perched on her pillow like the Princess and the Pea. We don’t hear another sound out of her (except for the occasional buzzsaw snoring) until the next morning.
In Beau’s case, conversely, there IS a place that’s more enticing than his bed…..OURS. From the time he was a baby, Beau has slept better in our bed than anyplace else he settles. (Somehow I doubt that this is a coincidence…..) We indulged him when he was younger, as quite honestly WE were keen on a little sleep each night as well, but now that he’s older and BIGGER, things need to change.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good boy, crate trained and quite willing to trot dutifully into his little domain whenever it’s requested. Unfortunately, however, at about 2:30 or 3 a.m. each night he decides he’s had enough and would REALLY prefer to rest his head on 300 thread-count sheets instead of on that silly little fleece mattress. (Perhaps you’re beginning to see, now, from whence the nickname ‘Diablo’ comes….)
And I must confess, neither of us is particularly good at playing the heavy when it comes to sending him packing. Ahhhh well, as Longfellow said, “Youth comes but once in a lifetime.” Might as well enjoy it, and him, while we can.