OK. For once I don't feel like such a nut. Our Yorkie, London, sleeps at the end of the bed. Our Chi, Willow, sleeps under the covers between my husbands' legs. The other Chi, Chloe, sleeps under the covers beside either one of us. And our new Persian kitten now sleeps wherever he finds a free spot. I'd never admit this in the real world. But secretly, our bed is filled with lots of love every night. Of course this is after 20 years of marriage. I don't think we'd have done the same as newlyweds.
