Sleepless in Salem

So this is Megan, she’s my oldest daughter. She prepared me for last night. As a baby, she was a screamer. She screamed until 2, 3 and 4 am every night.

Normally, I can sleep through a freight train coming through the living room, but last night…

This Barney. As a foster dog, he slept on the twin bed beside my bed every night. Apparently his family weren’t pushovers like me, because he hasn’t offered to get on the bed since his return.

My bed is a small queen, perfect for one human, one hound. And most nights, they take turns, I never sleep with the same dog. (I know, I know I’m a floozy).

Last night, Barney planted his butt in my bed, rolled over on his side and never moved muscle.

This is Flo, she doesn’t know no. If she wants it, it’s hers, if she might want it, it’s hers. Even if she doesn’t want it, it’s hers.

She’s one of our smaller dogs, but she likes the WHOLE bed and nothing less. She lays down on top of me until the weight of her body (or a flippin’ hot flash) moves me over to six inches on the edge. When it is her turn, I frequently wake up hanging on for dear life.

Last night, she decided it was her turn and she plopped down on the other side me.

At least with Barney on one side, I knew I was safe from the edge. The down side were the binding covers the two of them held down over me. Adjusting my position was going to be difficult.

Ya’ all know Flocko. He also wanted to sleep with me last night. When he draped his body over my legs that I knew beauty sleep was not in my future.

I figured one night on the couch was not going to kill me.

 Jillian however, has gained permanent custody of the couch and even though she is another small female, she can stretch her body out over at least two thirds of it.
I managed a corner for my head and dangled my legs off of the edge. This was questionable quality beauty sleep at this point.
Flocko discovered I had exited stage left and moved to the cushion beside me on the floor. Flo discovered my disappearance and immediately wanted to be on the couch with me.
I quickly snagged my position back in bed and Barney and slept peacefully for the next few hours.
The end.
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12 Replies to “Sleepless in Salem”

  1. I am laughing here because I know that the tiniest Greyhound can stretch her body out to a ridiculous length if she wants to keep the couch all to herself! It seems to be hard-wired into the tiny ones.

    Nothing like a three dog night to keep you warm, eh?

    Flocko, there's lots of extra room here!

  2. So what does an average greyhound weigh? Every night is a two dog night around our place, and though we have a california king, two humans (one over 6' tall!) + two dogs = a very full bed.

    As always, lovely, lovely pictures with soft backgrounds and crystal clear eyes. 🙂

  3. I've got a standard queen sized bed which leaves plenty of room for me and Frankie. Beryl would love to join us but while she can curl up into a ball about the size of a pillow she prefers to spread out so she takes up more room than me and Frankie combined. And Beryl pretty much has the same attitude about things as Flo. Frankie likes to move around a bit, but he doesn't usually wake me. Beryl doesn't like to be disturbed. So Frankie and I had a couple of very restless nights before we decided that Beryl sleeps in her crate, which she doesn't mind, even though she'd prefer to be on the bed.

  4. You had a very busy night! I hate it when I get pinned down by the hounds on top of the covers. I definitely can't sleep when I can't move my legs at all. I hope tonight is better for you! Have a greyt weekend!!

  5. The Mister won't let Jack sleep in our bed. When he goes out of town, I sleep on the couch and drag Jack's bed RIGHT BESIDE it… it's as close as I can get to nappin' with my pup.

  6. I will never comlain again about my dogs hogging the bed! Two greyhounds would be snug! As always your photographs just jump off the page – so nice!

  7. Hi Y'all,

    BOL! Too funny! I have my own beds, plural. I don't need my Humans! Plus it's higher than the back of the SUV and much too crowded with the 2 of them in an old fashioned double.

    Y'all come by now,
    Hawk aka BrownDog

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