Happy, happy dog

Last evening the whole family was upstairs except for Terry. “Mama, I’m so lonesome,” she wailed. Such a mournful sound. I went down and brought her upstairs along with the baby gate which I put across my bedroom door—so she couldn’t go mining for goodies in the kitty litter box. Terry leaped up on my bed and plopped right down next to Abbie who was shocked. Shocked, I tell you. That dog on her bed? Just horrible. She blinked and raised the hair on her back for minute or two before she finally decided it was all too much and stalked off with her tail held high.

Then it was time for bed. And you know, Terry was in such a deep sleep that I figured it was going to be too much trouble trying to wake her up and pry her off the bed. So I shoved her over and got in. Just as I settled in, she realized what the score was and her tail started thumping up and down. The joy of it all. She was going to sleep on my bed last night. She couldn’t contain her happiness. I plopped a pillow on top of her tail to make it stop thumping.

Sometime during the night, Abbie reconsidered and came back. She settled in on the other side of me. If you’ve ever slept with a pet, you know the routine. You accommodate them. I carved out a two foot cramped space for myself and they stretched out luxuriously. But, all things considered, it worked out well.

Tonight, I think will have to be a repeat of last night. There is just no way Terry will stay downstairs after experiencing the heady joys of sleeping with Mom. Just no way. I’ve created a little monster now. But, I guess that’s okay. Once she got over her tail thumping, she was a considerate pup and hardly moved all night. And it was kind of nice, really. I liked having her there. So, I guess that’s going to be the new routine. And Abbie will adjust.