Sleeping With Dogs.

Where there is order, there is joy.
~Suz

Animals are funny. 

Cocoa and Ozzie have their own beds in our bedroom. If they had it their way, they would be on the king sized love-bed with us. But I do have some say in this house. Just some.
See Cocoa on the back bed? 

That is HER bed. She declared this a long time ago.
See Ozzie on the front (and bigger) bed? Cocoa declared this HIS bed a long time ago. 

Ozzie has not a chance. 

On some evenings Ozzie forgets is place. He will blindly go to the back bed and settle in for the night. Shortly after, Cocoa will come and realize that her brother is once again a nit~wit.


She will stand in the doorway for a minute or two and just stare at him. 
When this results in no movement on his part, then she will move closer and stand about a foot from him and give him the stink eye. 
Still, he like so many others of his gender, does not get the hint. 
This is where I intervene. {what else do I have to do?}




I say: Ozzie!
he jumps to my call.
I say: Move! C'mon, MOVE. 


He picks up his sad face...looks around and wonders what the heck he missed now. 

He moves the 12 inches to the next bed, settles down with a big sigh and continues with his sleep.


She goes to her throne bed.  


And my bed remains hair-free.


And all is right in the world again. 

The end. 


Who rules your roost?? male or female??