There was stunned silence last night when Fuzzy asked if we could head to bed, at eight. I’ve always been the one convincing him to go to bed at reasonable hour, so I was truly shocked.
We have a queen size bed, made of razor wire and cement covered in a pillow top. As you know we’re both pretty big guys, throw a Shar-pei on top and it never makes for a real sound sleep. There is always a three AM throw down. Lately, having drama in his world and issues in my world there’s been enough movement for the dog to stand up in the middle of the night and curse us both out in Chinese.
A king sized bed may soon be necessary. That or the dog may be done with us.
King size bed just means the dog will get more space... I have to fight a skinny man and two dogs for the little space I am allowed on our King Size bed...
ReplyDeletecal king is the way to go.
ReplyDeleteand the bf laid down the law initially when we moved in together: no dog on the bed. i think it was just a ploy so he could steal all the covers.
but the dog is mighty happy on his doggie bed and peace is in the valley.
I once shared a king size bed with a former partner of mine. It was the most comfortable thing on the planet! Of course I'm a midget so I only took up one tiny corner of it, even so it was well worth the spend!
ReplyDeleteThat's so sad. Don't you cuddle anymore?
ReplyDeleteMeh. When we travel we always order king sized beds and at best, hold hands while we sleep.