8 October 2011
Another
dilemma.....
For those who don’t know we have 5 dogs: Layla, a boxer, and the boss; Lucy, another boxer, and a big laid back softie; Alfie, a pug, who is a real character and always by your side; Loca, another pug, who is basically nuts, but everyone loves Loca; and finally Riley our newest addition, a beagle, who I think has plans for a takeover bid but is still sizing up the competition.
Remember this stuff because I may refer to them in the future and I hate to repeat myself. Also you should know all our dogs can talk. I don’t care what you say, it’s a simple fact so there.
Furthermore all the dogs sleep in our room, the 3 smaller ones actually on the bed....in fact Loca on the pillow on top of Al’s head. The other day, and in a fit of pique, Al suggested that the dogs should no longer sleep with us and should spend the nights in the kitchen. I was stunned and Alfie almost had a heart attack.
“What’s the problem” I asked and she explained that she often woke clinging to the bed by her arse cheeks and there just wasn’t enough room. I had to admit I had awoken a few times in a similar state but still I felt the benefits of a lovely cuddly dog snuggled up beside you outweighed any problems. Anyhow she was just in a moody so it wasn’t hard to convince her she would regret it and we were soon able to take Alfie off the ventilator.
The problem she brought up did, however, have merit so we discussed what other, less drastic options we had. The obvious answer was to get a bigger bed and move from a 5ft king-size to a 6ft super-king which would fit nicely into our room. Al was delighted as she reckoned that would give her an extra foot though I had to burst that bubble and point out it would give us each an extra 6ins. She mumbled about that being the first 6ins she had in a long time or something to that effect. Layla and Lucy also thought it was a great idea as it would mean there was room for them and that bubble also had to be swiftly burst.
Anyway off we went in search of a big but cheap bed but by the time we had left the first shop the very capable salesman had convinced us that the most expensive bed in the place was the one for us. Now normally we would have bought it on the spot, in fact we probably would have bought 2, but the new money conscious us managed to get out of the shop without handing over any cash but with a firm promise to return.
So that’s the dilemma…………. Do we:
(a) Stick it out in our existing bed and continue to exercise our butt cheeks.
(b) Spend a small fortune on a new bed which is so comfy you would fall asleep just thinking about getting in it.
(c) Give up and sleep on the floor with the big dogs.
For those who don’t know we have 5 dogs: Layla, a boxer, and the boss; Lucy, another boxer, and a big laid back softie; Alfie, a pug, who is a real character and always by your side; Loca, another pug, who is basically nuts, but everyone loves Loca; and finally Riley our newest addition, a beagle, who I think has plans for a takeover bid but is still sizing up the competition.
Remember this stuff because I may refer to them in the future and I hate to repeat myself. Also you should know all our dogs can talk. I don’t care what you say, it’s a simple fact so there.
Furthermore all the dogs sleep in our room, the 3 smaller ones actually on the bed....in fact Loca on the pillow on top of Al’s head. The other day, and in a fit of pique, Al suggested that the dogs should no longer sleep with us and should spend the nights in the kitchen. I was stunned and Alfie almost had a heart attack.
“What’s the problem” I asked and she explained that she often woke clinging to the bed by her arse cheeks and there just wasn’t enough room. I had to admit I had awoken a few times in a similar state but still I felt the benefits of a lovely cuddly dog snuggled up beside you outweighed any problems. Anyhow she was just in a moody so it wasn’t hard to convince her she would regret it and we were soon able to take Alfie off the ventilator.
The problem she brought up did, however, have merit so we discussed what other, less drastic options we had. The obvious answer was to get a bigger bed and move from a 5ft king-size to a 6ft super-king which would fit nicely into our room. Al was delighted as she reckoned that would give her an extra foot though I had to burst that bubble and point out it would give us each an extra 6ins. She mumbled about that being the first 6ins she had in a long time or something to that effect. Layla and Lucy also thought it was a great idea as it would mean there was room for them and that bubble also had to be swiftly burst.
Anyway off we went in search of a big but cheap bed but by the time we had left the first shop the very capable salesman had convinced us that the most expensive bed in the place was the one for us. Now normally we would have bought it on the spot, in fact we probably would have bought 2, but the new money conscious us managed to get out of the shop without handing over any cash but with a firm promise to return.
So that’s the dilemma…………. Do we:
(a) Stick it out in our existing bed and continue to exercise our butt cheeks.
(b) Spend a small fortune on a new bed which is so comfy you would fall asleep just thinking about getting in it.
(c) Give up and sleep on the floor with the big dogs.
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