Today, I'm thankful my people let me sleep in the big bed with them last night! Usually on the weekends when they're not quiiiiiiiite ready to get up, they let me out of jail and lift me into theirs (it's too tall for me to jump onto myself). I don't stay long in the mornings, but they like the snuggles. Sometimes when it's thunder boomie or really cold (like at Grandma's house since Dad's "room" is really just an enclosed porch), they let me sleep with them. Last night was kind cold, but really Dad's just a
This isn't from last night, but you get the idea. I'm squished in the middle since my people mak e a big deal out of "sharing" and not pushing them off the sides.