Strange Bedfellows.

So I woke up this morning with a strange feeling. It took me a few minutes to realize that I wasn’t clinging to the edge of the bed, like I USUALLY am when I wake up. I actually had plenty of room to move around. What’s up with that? There is ALWAYS someone hogging the bed, and practically shoving me off onto the floor every night. I can’t figure it out--there’s this whole entire bed for the taking but everybody wants to sleep on MY side.

So I sat up and looked around. Lo and behold, what should appear before mine waking eyes but my boyfriend curled up on the other side of the bed, SPOONING THE BEAGLE.

Hmm! Well THIS was an interesting little arrangement. They were all curled up, one inside the other like a little bean plant tucked inside its casing. I must admit they looked very peaceful, completely zonked out together. I do believe they each had a slightest hint of a grin on their faces. Had I not been in such a fluster to get everybody up and moving, I would have whipped out the camera as proof. It was truly a golden opportunity, and I wasted it!! (Remind me to kick myself later.)

So then I woke everybody up and inquired as to “who was spooning whom” this morning. There was denial all round. Crap! I knew I should have taken a picture! Oh, it happened, my little furry friends. You were spooning each other all right. And I was cut out of the deal! (Not that I could complain too too much, as I admit I was happy to have a little breathing room. The night before last, the beagle had completely sprawled out across 93.6% of the bed and left me with approximately 3 1/8 inches on which to teeter in the cold [as he also managed to commandeer almost all of the blankets. Little turd!!!]).

So. I see I’ve already been tossed by the wayside. I guess I can’t blame him, the beagle IS like a little furnace at night, and also the size of a small, cuddly teddy bear. Although his morning-breath leaves something to be desired. But that’s just me.

Good, maybe this means I’ll get my side of the bed back....