I have this rule. Remember it? No Dogs On the Bed. No seriously. I have it. But everyone knows, rules are made to be broken, right? Only somepups in this house think they can be the breaker of that rule. Loki for example has taken to pacing around our bed each night for 5 or 10 minutes hoping he'll get an invitation. I don't enjoy sleeping with dogs. Hell, I don't even enjoy sleeping with Mr. Wild Dingo. But there are some sacrifices I just have to make.
So we don't invite him up on the bed and instead tell him to go to his own bed, which is in our bedroom. He punishes us by sulking into the office and sleeping on the other bed out there.
But he's not the only one. In the late mornings, when I'm getting ready to take them for the "w-a-l-k," Juno gets so full of her floofy self she leaps onto the bed while I'm changing into my dog walking clothes. Normally, I would not allow it. But firstly, the fact that she can leap like that always makes my heart beat happily because it's a sign that her hips and back feel wonderful. And secondly, she's so damn cute when she does it, rolling around upside down or trying to hide her head under a pillow, it's impossible not to laugh, let alone make her get off the bed. So instead I play with her and laugh until it's time for her to get off, in which the rule is, she has to let me carry her off. No jumping off onto a slippery floor with her hip dysplasia. That's one rule I don't allow her to break.
"Get off the bed? Don't blow your 50-amp fuse. Remember what the Guru Mick says."
Sigh. If I try sometime, maybe I'll find, I'll get what I need.