Babies everywhere

I’ve never denied or hidden the fact that Maggie sleeps on our bed.
When I first did a post on it, the percentage of owners who allowed their pets to sleep with them was about 42% I think, though I can’t for the life of me find it in the 5434 posts I’ve written (yeah, I know I’m a windbag, but I have warned you).
I found it reassuring in a way when Maggie curled up behind my knees, or if it got really cold, she’d snuggle in between us, gradually pushing Hubby out, so he’d go in the spare room.
Photo: November 2013 on a bed we no longer have in a house we no longer live in.

That was all well and good when we had the space, but on the boat it was a different matter, as the bed in question was only four feet wide. But we managed and Maggie adopted the corner at the bottom by the little cabinet so that she didn’t fall off (smart dog).
When it got cold, she would wriggle her way up between me and the side of the boat, stretch out to her full length and stay there until morning.
Photo: July 2018 and thus before the latest broody phase.

Tonight, Maggie and babies (all of them) are tucked up under the throwover.
She has nested herself there with the biggest baby at her back, and the two little ones by her belly, snuggled close to her with her paws. She is comfortable, content and snoring.
I am perched on the edge of about a foot as I type, but should I wish to get INTO bed, it will be a case of getting off and walking round the other side. But even then, her backside is so placed that there is only about a foot that side too! There is this lovely big space at the foot of the bed, but does she want that? No. She obviously wants to be close, after all, she’s had a hard day, has a sore mouth and a stiff shoulder, and Mommy here is lovely and toasty warm, better than any hot water bottle as the menopause in a box courtesy of my post cancer meds gives me hot flushes in the night. If Hubby could find a way to harness the heat, it would seriously reduce our winter heating bill.

Of course I blame him anyway (sort of  😉 ). It was he who initially ‘invited her up’ despite me saying he would regret it.
Stop laughing folks.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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14 Responses to Babies everywhere

  1. cagedunn says:

    It’s the opposite in our house. the male said, ‘we’re never going to let the dog on the bed,’ and who was it kept inviting her up? You guessed it.

  2. fransiweinstein says:

    My fur babies have always slept with me and any man whobdidn’t like it wasn’t invited back ☺️

    • Like your style Fransi! Kiz, my GSD, only barked at Hubby. She didn’t sleep on the bed though, neither did Barney, who had his own beanbag in the lounge and always slept on that. Maggie on the other hand has her own bed for the day, but likes to be close at night and always has. It’s no hardship though, as if she needs to go out, she’ll let us know, so no accidents indoors, bless her.

      • fransiweinstein says:

        My first cat hated my boyfriend (had the cat first). If he even sat beside me on the couch the cat would jump up on my lap and hiss at him. With everyone else he was all purrs and cuddles. It was hysterical.

      • Bit like Kiz then, as I had her when Hubby and I met. We lost her to mammary cancer in December 1990 and didn’t have another dog until 1995.

      • fransiweinstein says:

        I got Buddha when he was 8 weeks old and he lived to 18. He moved to Toronto (from Montreal) with me. In the end his kidneys did him in. He was a tiny ball of fluff but he had a big presence and The house felt lifeless without him. So a couple of months after he was gone I registered with a cat rescue. While I was waiting, a friend called to tell me about a cat her vet had rescued so I got Zazu. Within a month the cat rescue called and I got Sundance. And 6 months later a friend sent me a photo of an irresistible baby who had been found in a dumpster with 3 siblings (they were about 4 weeks old). Next thing I knew I had 3 cats. Now they’re all gone. I loved them all but Bartlett (the last) really stole my heart — I think it was his awful start to life, and losing him was tough. He and I had a unique bond. I’m not sure I will ever get another.

      • I understand perfectly. Hubby and I both know it will be awful when Maggie’s time comes to go to Rainbow Bridge, and say we won’t have another dog.

      • fransiweinstein says:

        I know how much you love Maggie. They’re as important to us as human family. They are lucky and so are we.

  3. blindzanygirl says:

    How sweet.

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