Ozzie slept in the kitchen for several years (where his papers are) because he couldn't be trusted to have run of the house at night.
The next few years he slept with my mom. For the past year, he has spent weekend and vacation nights with me (because I have to go to work; Mom is retired). During the past several months, he has become my "breathing stuffed animal" just about every night.
He spent the weekend in ICU and just came home yesterday. While he can be a real bed hog, I have to admit that I REALLY missed him those few nights!
He is so funny. He will flop down by me when he is ready to go to bed (if I am watching TV or online) and sometimes he will grunt as if to say "Aren't you ready yet?"
When I AM ready, I always give him the option of sleeping in his own bed (which he does sometimes) by asking, "You want Yorkies to fly?" This started because as we were getting into bed, he initially would bring me one of his babies which I would throw onto the bed and then gingerly "toss" him up so he could retrieve it. |