My dog refuses to sleep in my bed, he prefers under the bed, I can relate to the sleeping dog farts, I swear I need a gas mask at night, my dog talks in his sleep, he makes weird whiny noises, sort of barks, and oftentimes growls, I hope he won his dream fights, because in reality he'd get his butt kicked, he's 50lbs and more lover than fighter. (His name is Cujo, he's a wolf sable Collie mix)
Despite all of that, Sojourner still has the best life and she knows her mama loves her. That’s all that matters. Mine has 4 beds all covered with his toys and blankets. But he’ll sleep on the bed, on top of my covers with his own set of bedding. Now if he started doing all of the snoring, getting up to drink, licking, etc., this tenant and I would have to reevaluate the terms 😂.
I can sleep on the couch with mine, but it's horrible if they decide to get in the bed with us, because the 75 lb GSD MUST be on the outside and she shoves me into my husband, who is always "cold" because every bit of his body heat radiates onto me. I'm 56! You know I can't be sleeping in between two furnaces with no chance of getting a foot free (if the other dog decides to join us she's right there at foot level) to temperature-regulate.
Plus, I can't move position and I end up with a panic attack.
So yeah. Not a 100% match with your reasons but close enough. Totally understand.
You do you! I love this. I was the opposite. I said my dog was never going to sleep in the bed with me for all the reasons you've articulated and then about three months in I gave in to his sweet little face, begging to be let up and that was it. The good news is that for whatever reason my puggle does not snore, stays absolutely still, and is so quiet some nights that I have to check to make sure he's still breathing. I think I disrupt his sleep more with my middle of the night, insomnia and tossing and turning. So every family had to do what works for them. 🤷🏻♀️
My boy is 16 lbs. Doesn't shed. Loves being brushed, which is a complete necessity after spending a day in the woods. It is never stinky, just sticky -- little burrs and stickers and tendrils. And he does submit willingly to baths and paw dips. Because it means he will get wrapped in a towel then held like a baby by Grandma.
He joins me briefly in bed for a snuggle, moves to the foot of the bed to watch the night settle in. Then leaves. His landing thump is bigger than my old dog -- the 110lb golden retriever. Sometimes he goes to grandma's room. Sometimes to his crate. Sometimes to his bed.
And sometimes we wake up to stashes of toys throughout the house, and an empty basket. The toys are neatly piled in sets of three or four, under the kitchen table, in the hall outside my room, under the dining table, by the entrance, in mom's room. It is meticulous and deliberate. Or the collection of Grandma's decorative throw pillows are on the floor, like he has hosted a slumber party.
Almost perfect.
Until he spots a bunny, squirrel, chipmunk, raccoon, wild turkey, or deer. Then he is noisier than a badly-tuned high-school marching band with too many tubas.
I woke up once thinking he had wet the bed - that no matter how hard he had tried to get me up, I Just Would Not.
A lake. A friggin' LAKE of drool. And after I stayed up for another two hours to wash the sheets and de-urine the mattress?
He, like Sojourner, was chasing squirrels under the Big Squirrel Tree. All night.
And if I didn't let him in? Scratching at the door. Whimpers. Barks - Then, in Grand Hound Tradition, the baying.
Like I was a raccoon in a tree, and he was chasing me.
I gave up. Somewhere between December 2024 and February 2015 - that winter that snowed so hard in the Northeast that roofs were collapsing in Boston?
I gave up. In an effort to keep him warm - we were living just south of Ithaca at the time, in a renovated hayloft - I admitted that I had lost the fight.
And now that I sleep huddled on the edge of my bed so The King can have all the rest?
He doesn't sleep on the bed. He stays downstairs, on a chair, that he howls at if I don't have 'his' blanket perfectly arranged on.
My husband has a no pets in the bedroom rule so I can't sleep with the dog or cat. My last dog has the stinkiest farts that just got more stinky as he got older. He was like 11 at the time we had a power outage. It was winter so really cold. I was cuddled up with Tesla on his futon, yes he had his own futon. I had the covers up over my head and he just let out a massive stinky fart Nd Dutch ovenef me. 🤢
Molly has her own bed at the bottom of ours, on a cabin trunk so it’s the same height, with her smaller, claw-torn, puppy bed inside it to use as extra padding, and two blankets that must be tucked around her majesty at bedtime. She puts her head over the baseboard to rest it on the v pillow that I lean against to read and put at the bottom of the bed when I’m done.
And most mornings I wake up balanced on the edge of the bed, with my whole ass hanging out of the covers, because madam has done a sneak up between us, rolled a bit to pull the covers around her, and now has her drooly fat bicycle seat head on my silk pillowcase where she is snoring blissfully. She’s worked out that if she sneaks slowly enough and pushes carefully enough, I don’t wake up 😆
Well you do feed her well so I think that makes up for it lol Does your dog scoff at you? I swear mine does when she isn't happy or wants something from me. My routine before I go out now involves a lint roller. I was spoiled with 2 dogs I had before her, they didn't shed. She is a chihuahua/pom mix with a chihuahua personality so a lot of barking at EVERYTHING.
Great story. I laughed so much. Ye i feel the same way. lol!
My dog refuses to sleep in my bed, he prefers under the bed, I can relate to the sleeping dog farts, I swear I need a gas mask at night, my dog talks in his sleep, he makes weird whiny noises, sort of barks, and oftentimes growls, I hope he won his dream fights, because in reality he'd get his butt kicked, he's 50lbs and more lover than fighter. (His name is Cujo, he's a wolf sable Collie mix)
Meanwhile, my cats sleep like royalty, while I curl up in a corner like unpaid staff at Downton Abbey.
Despite all of that, Sojourner still has the best life and she knows her mama loves her. That’s all that matters. Mine has 4 beds all covered with his toys and blankets. But he’ll sleep on the bed, on top of my covers with his own set of bedding. Now if he started doing all of the snoring, getting up to drink, licking, etc., this tenant and I would have to reevaluate the terms 😂.
I can sleep on the couch with mine, but it's horrible if they decide to get in the bed with us, because the 75 lb GSD MUST be on the outside and she shoves me into my husband, who is always "cold" because every bit of his body heat radiates onto me. I'm 56! You know I can't be sleeping in between two furnaces with no chance of getting a foot free (if the other dog decides to join us she's right there at foot level) to temperature-regulate.
Plus, I can't move position and I end up with a panic attack.
So yeah. Not a 100% match with your reasons but close enough. Totally understand.
You do you! I love this. I was the opposite. I said my dog was never going to sleep in the bed with me for all the reasons you've articulated and then about three months in I gave in to his sweet little face, begging to be let up and that was it. The good news is that for whatever reason my puggle does not snore, stays absolutely still, and is so quiet some nights that I have to check to make sure he's still breathing. I think I disrupt his sleep more with my middle of the night, insomnia and tossing and turning. So every family had to do what works for them. 🤷🏻♀️
My boy is 16 lbs. Doesn't shed. Loves being brushed, which is a complete necessity after spending a day in the woods. It is never stinky, just sticky -- little burrs and stickers and tendrils. And he does submit willingly to baths and paw dips. Because it means he will get wrapped in a towel then held like a baby by Grandma.
He joins me briefly in bed for a snuggle, moves to the foot of the bed to watch the night settle in. Then leaves. His landing thump is bigger than my old dog -- the 110lb golden retriever. Sometimes he goes to grandma's room. Sometimes to his crate. Sometimes to his bed.
And sometimes we wake up to stashes of toys throughout the house, and an empty basket. The toys are neatly piled in sets of three or four, under the kitchen table, in the hall outside my room, under the dining table, by the entrance, in mom's room. It is meticulous and deliberate. Or the collection of Grandma's decorative throw pillows are on the floor, like he has hosted a slumber party.
Almost perfect.
Until he spots a bunny, squirrel, chipmunk, raccoon, wild turkey, or deer. Then he is noisier than a badly-tuned high-school marching band with too many tubas.
I am almost jealous of his night vision.
My little cat sleeps next to my face, and I know I’m going to wake up with one slashed eyeball one of these mornings. 😹
And this seems to be The Way for puppoes.
I woke up once thinking he had wet the bed - that no matter how hard he had tried to get me up, I Just Would Not.
A lake. A friggin' LAKE of drool. And after I stayed up for another two hours to wash the sheets and de-urine the mattress?
He, like Sojourner, was chasing squirrels under the Big Squirrel Tree. All night.
And if I didn't let him in? Scratching at the door. Whimpers. Barks - Then, in Grand Hound Tradition, the baying.
Like I was a raccoon in a tree, and he was chasing me.
I gave up. Somewhere between December 2024 and February 2015 - that winter that snowed so hard in the Northeast that roofs were collapsing in Boston?
I gave up. In an effort to keep him warm - we were living just south of Ithaca at the time, in a renovated hayloft - I admitted that I had lost the fight.
And now that I sleep huddled on the edge of my bed so The King can have all the rest?
He doesn't sleep on the bed. He stays downstairs, on a chair, that he howls at if I don't have 'his' blanket perfectly arranged on.
Jerk.
My husband has a no pets in the bedroom rule so I can't sleep with the dog or cat. My last dog has the stinkiest farts that just got more stinky as he got older. He was like 11 at the time we had a power outage. It was winter so really cold. I was cuddled up with Tesla on his futon, yes he had his own futon. I had the covers up over my head and he just let out a massive stinky fart Nd Dutch ovenef me. 🤢
Ha! My dog has his own couch in his own room.
🤣😂🤣
Molly has her own bed at the bottom of ours, on a cabin trunk so it’s the same height, with her smaller, claw-torn, puppy bed inside it to use as extra padding, and two blankets that must be tucked around her majesty at bedtime. She puts her head over the baseboard to rest it on the v pillow that I lean against to read and put at the bottom of the bed when I’m done.
And most mornings I wake up balanced on the edge of the bed, with my whole ass hanging out of the covers, because madam has done a sneak up between us, rolled a bit to pull the covers around her, and now has her drooly fat bicycle seat head on my silk pillowcase where she is snoring blissfully. She’s worked out that if she sneaks slowly enough and pushes carefully enough, I don’t wake up 😆
Same. I just can’t do the dog sleeping.
😂
Well you do feed her well so I think that makes up for it lol Does your dog scoff at you? I swear mine does when she isn't happy or wants something from me. My routine before I go out now involves a lint roller. I was spoiled with 2 dogs I had before her, they didn't shed. She is a chihuahua/pom mix with a chihuahua personality so a lot of barking at EVERYTHING.
Very Funny!!! My Matteo is an Angel!! Is a zhi tzu 😂