We have a California King bed, it is HUGE and tall, at least 2 and a half feet high. It accommodates varying sleep hours/patterns for all members of the family (human and otherwise). Last night I was sleeping with Jaki quietly curled up next to my head (his favorite spot, though a bummer for me since he steals a lot of pillow space) and Lily at the other end of the bed. Lily learned by herself that the feet area was the appropriate space to be for a growing dog. And as soon as Ruby wakes up at some point in the night and crawls next to me Lily is there at the end of the California King to protect her young human ward from whatever evil might befall her.
Some watch dog, Lily started sleeping so soundly that BOOM CRASH BANG she falls off the high bed. Humiliated she just crawls into her crate nearby (is it a "crate" when you take the door off?). Jaki next to me suddenly starts purring contentedly. I think that was Jaki way of giggling "tee hee, the dog fell off the bed. Stupid dog."
Some watch dog, Lily started sleeping so soundly that BOOM CRASH BANG she falls off the high bed. Humiliated she just crawls into her crate nearby (is it a "crate" when you take the door off?). Jaki next to me suddenly starts purring contentedly. I think that was Jaki way of giggling "tee hee, the dog fell off the bed. Stupid dog."
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