It’s not a secret that Bunny and Flattery are allowed to sleep in the bed with us. We leave the door open and if they want to sleep on the bed with us, they can, or they can stay in the living room on the couch or any of the various dog beds. Most of the time, at least one of them chooses to sleep in the bedroom with us. Most of the time, I enjoy having them there, but on occasion they make strange bedfellows.
The other night, I found myself feeling really exhausted. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I decided to try to get to bed early to see if I could get a little extra shut eye. Not long after I went in to go to bed, Bunny followed me in and hopped up to join me. Most nights, my husband puts the baby gate up until the last human goes to sleep so that we are assured a spot on the bed. For whatever reason, he didn’t put the gate up, and I’m sure Bunny was pretty happy about that.
Not long after I went in to go to bed, lights out and just about to drift off to sleep, he felt the need to come into the bedroom and talk to me. It wasn’t even about anything important. He noted that Bunny had taken over his side of the bed, at least the part near the pillows. When he came in, she stretched out so that one paw was touching my back and her head was on my pillow. The message was pretty clear. She feels that it’s much more comfortable for the two of us to sleep in the bed when my husband isn’t taking up his whole side of the bed.
My husband and I had a laugh about it and joked for a few minutes before he got up to come back to the living room and watch a little of the late show. That was the last I was consciously aware of him before I was off to the Land of Nod. Of course, it’s not much of a story if that’s where it ends, though. I’m sure you figured that out.
Later in the night, I woke up to use the bathroom. Bunny was asleep against my back and the backs of my legs and my husband had taken over his side, as well. Flattery was there, too, laying against my husband’s side. I slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. When I came back, Bunny had taken up all of the space where my legs were supposed to go. After a bit of grumbling, complaining and wrestling, I got her moved back over to the middle of the bed and climbed in.
No sooner did I lay down and get comfortable, then Mr. Taleteller got up to use the bathroom. In the short amount of time he was gone, Bunny completely took over his side of the bed again. If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn that she’d been sleeping in that spot for hours. My husband wasn’t as lucky at wrestling her out of his spot and to my surprise, he gave up and went to the living room to sleep on the couch all by himself. At least, that was what he thought would happen, but Flattery quickly followed him out. I guess she didn’t want a spot on the bed all to herself when she could sleep on his legs on the couch.
I’m not sure how they decide who their person in the world is, or what motivates them to do what they do, but I do know one thing. I’ve completely given up trying to predict what they will do when it comes to sleeping habits. After Bunny had ousted him from the bed and got comfortable for a while, she got up and went out to the living room to sleep on her princess bed beside him on the couch. Maybe it was her version of a victory lap or she just got too warm in the bed. All I know is that for a little while in the wee hours of the morning, I had the bed all to myself without any strange bedfellows.