Some folks allow their pets to sleep in bed with them. Others allow their kids a spot on the mattress. Not us. The dogs have their beds and the kids have theirs.
The only exception occurs during thunderstorms that wake Gray up. On stormy nights, she’ll creep into our bedroom and force me from my spot as I bunk with Finn for the rest of the night.
A boomer of a thunderstorm rolled in last week. After a loud clap, I heard Gray coming down the hall. I stood up and met her at the foot of our bed. I knew she was coming and she knew why I was leaving.
As she snuggled into my spot, she looked at me, gave me a wave and said, “buh-bye.”
She’s too smart and too cute for her own good – and definitely for mine.