Comfort is Important (Day 353)

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Our dog does not sleep in our room. We actually discourage him from coming upstairs where our bedrooms are. The main reason is that our family has more than one extremely light sleeper. There are other reasons that won’t be mentioned here. Leave it at I let the dog sleep in my room when my husband is away. Of course I’m a heavy sleeper.

Lately, the dog has been sneaking up the stairs pre-dawn, nudging his way into my younger daughter’s room, and settling down on the beanbag chair she got when she was 7 years old. It’s small for a beanbag chair and it’s red and blue and has the Boston Red Sox emblem on it.

I realized that my dog was doing this sneaking around the other morning when I couldn’t find him anywhere when I got downstairs. Usually he is at my feet by the time I get down the stairs. I searched in all of his places: on his dogbed, under the dining room table, under the piano. No luck. So I went back upstairs to find him.

I checked all the rooms with open doors. No sign of him. I didn’t bother going into my daughter’s room because her door was shut. The dog is scared of closed doors, so no worries that he was in her room at that moment. Back downstairs, I checked everywhere. Did he get locked into the basement? Did somebody leave him outside? Am I the worst person ever because I accidentally let him out before I went to bed and forgot to let him in? Is he frozen somewhere in the backyard?

Before going outside to discover what a horrible person I am, I decided to check my daughter’s room. There he was asleep on the beanbag chair. It ends up that my husband had shut her door when he left in the morning. He had no idea that the dog was in there.

We had no idea that our daughter, who is a heavy sleeper like her mother, was actually waking up because of the dog, and it wasn’t when he pushed open her squealing door.

Tonight, my husband asked our daughter if the dog was in her room again last night. She said yes and then after a beat, laughed. She told us that he’s become picky about how he sleeps on the beanbag chair. He woke her up because he would go to the beanbag, lay down, decide he wasn’t comfortable and crunch, crunch, crunch (daughter’s sound effects), he’d turn around on the chair, lay down again, decide he wasn’t comfortable and crunch, crunch, crunch some more. This happened several times before he settled in and started to snore.

According to our daughter, this has been happening for the last few nights. Ends up the “beans” in her chair are extremely crunchy when a dog walks on it. Watching the dog get comfortable, though, is rather entertaining.

If she weren’t going to college next year, I might consider getting a newer, bigger, less crunchy, more comfortable beanbag chair for her room. Nah. Then she’d miss out on the dog once again acting like a human.


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