The other night I was trying to sleep, between the dog’s attempt at dumping me on the floor and the hubs’ rollover/hog-more-than-half move, when I heard the Kid enter the room. She is supposed to stay in her bed (until 7am), but there she was, all dark and silent lurking.
“Kid, go back to bed,” I sighed to the darkness, knowing she’s there, hearing her breathing, from somewhere.
Silence.
I don’t sleep with my contacts in so I couldn’t see past my eyelashes even if the lights were on. But I knew she was there. I got up, went to the bathroom, and gave her some to time show herself. Still nothing. No surrendering.
I kinda figured she slid in next to the hubs since she knew I wanted her out. But when I squinted over that direction, no Kid.
Hm. Floor? Under the bed? Where is that Kid? I considered the options while I got back in the bed. Then I heard a thunk. Coming from the dog’s crate. The giant dog crate which the dog sleeps in once every full moon or so for twenty minutes must always have available as her “special safe place” according to the hubs. “Be the dog,” he always says. And what a lovely place it is! Plastic box big enough for an orangutan with side slits, metal grate door, and dog fur-covered, smelly old pillow on the dirty inside floor. Dog heaven.
“Kid? Get out of there and go back to your bed!” I whispered as loud as I could while still technically whispering.
“It’s more comfortable here!”
So I left her there. I’m pretty sure there’s no harm there. CPS don’t call me. She liked it in there. Her choice.
We sure could have saved a lot of money spent on her trundle bed if I’d known her preference for plastic kennels. Although we’d probably have to spend it on additional flea collars.
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My husband’s parents used to show St. Bernards, so they had HUGE crates. When my husband and his brother were little, their parents would put them in one of the crates at the dog show and hang a sign on the side that said: “Bred By Exhibitor.”
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Remember that news story a few years back about the dad who was sent to jail for making his son sleep in a dog house?
Personally, in the middle of the night, I’d be happy to let the kid sleep on the roof if they wanted – so long as I get to stay asleep in my bed.
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Try letting the dog sleep in the Kid’s bed…once we did that she never showed up in our room in the middle of the night unless she was sick.
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kerrie, that is SO cute! I would love seeing that at a show!
brooke, I don’t remember that story (convenient for me!) and I agree totally about the letting me sleep!
sheri, that’s a good idea if I could sell the dog on it. after the first round of teasing, she’d probably be scratching at the door for release…
Hahaha! It doesn’t look comfortable at all!
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