When my husband and I first moved in together we had a double bed which we thought was way too big and constantly complained that we couldn’t feel each other at night. Needless to say, that didn’t last long and we finally up graded to a queen size bed not long after getting married. We then we got Frankie our first little pup who made herself very comfortable in our bed and we eventually felt like we were being allowed to sleep in “her bed” at night.
Then we got pup number 2 but did a much better job at teaching her that her bed was her bed and our bed was our bed (well actually Frankie’s bed) and so peace rained in the Hammond house hold for a few years.
Pup number 3 brought more excitement but the Queen bed we loved so much had to get upgraded to a king size, extra length bed because slowly but surely our dogs one by one made themselves very comfortable and we often wake up to a snoring, bad breathed hound sharing your pillow. Or waking up to a very wet, cold snout in your back asking for space to get comfortable. Or rolling over and being French kissed by a Labrador and finding a pink elephant toy between your legs.
Just an ordinary morning in the Hammond House that we wouldn’t trade for anything!