As creatures of comfort, we all have special rituals and/or habits that brings us small pleasures. From sneaking a piece of sinful dark chocolate to a cherished cup of coffee, it’s the little things that bring us bliss. Simple joys that give us that drawn out “ahhhhh” moment. It’s a cold beer after a hot day. It’s grabbing a warm blanket and settling into your favorite chair in the evening to watch some TV. It’s fresh sheets as you climb into bed, curling up to sleep.
We all know there’s nothing better than nature fresh, clean sheets. Crisp, cool, clean sheets – how many of us stretch and sigh as we slide between the covers? Rolling into the perfect position as we lay on our side of the bed and close our eyes. How many of you fluff your pillows and arrange them just so? Who among us rolls first to the left and then on to their stomach? Or do you sleep on you back, arms above your head, knee bent? Are you a left sider or a right sider?
We humans get pretty territorial when it comes to which side of the bed we sleep on. Some want the side closest to the bathroom. Some want the right side just because that is what they are used to. And some want next to the side closest to an electrical outlet for their alarm clocks and landline. In our household, either one of us is lucky enough to have a side.
When you have dogs, dogs who consider the middle, bottom and your down pillow as their side of the bed, we’re lucky to have a corner of the blanket and three square inches of mattress. There are two sides to each bed and Dolce and Amore have ownership of both. There is no left or right side, only a Dolce or Amore’s side.
Both girls like to climb on the bed for a little night-time loving as I prepare to go to sleep. Dolce especially loves to curl up against my legs as I absently scratch her ears, her head draped across my thighs. Amore will troop cover the covers and pillows as she heads to the top of the bed to get her share of rubs. Ten minutes later they are off to other parts of the house, only to return in the wee hours of the night to take over the bed, staking their claim on the mattress.
There are times when I ask Malcolm to call the dogs so I can have some leg space. I beg him to give me ten minutes to enjoy the bed to myself before he lets the girls in.
“Let me get settled and then they can hop up,” I plead. Without his help, I’d be curled up into a cramped ball, while the dogs sleep diagonally across the bed, paws in the air, taking up all the space.
But still, we let them up on the bed. It’s a special time for me to give love and comfort to our girls. My special ritual. My special pleasure.
The other day on facebook, I ran across a video of James Stewart and Johnny Carson. In it, James Stewart reads a poem about his dog.
And, now you know why Dolce and Amore have their side of the bed.