And The Little One Said

Princess Buffy sleeps with us.  Yes, I know it isn't an ideal situation, and believe me we started out with every good intention of keeping her in the kitchen at night, but gradually we softened and from early on two in the bed became three.  Buffy's Godparents often look after Buffy if we have a trip away and thankfully they treat their dogs the same daft way we treat Buffy so when she stays with them she's welcomed onto their bed.  It was on one such occasion Buffy was given the nickname "the tourniquet".  She had positioned herself on Godmum's tummy for the night and when Godmum woke up she had lost all feeling in her legs!

Last night we had their hairy daughters Bess and Lottie for a sleepover and obviously wanted to give them the same wonderful treatment that Buffy is given.  Picture this:  Buffy settled down on one edge of the bed, next in place was The Kiwi, Lottie positioned herself  on a pillow next to his head, then there was a small space on the very end for me.  I glanced round to see Bess's face staring at me.  She's a springer spaniel and much bigger than the other two so usually settles herself on the floor but seeing how cozy we all looked she wanted a piece of it.

The Kiwi said to ignor her but it's hard - no matter how much I tried I couldn't ignore those eyes.  She perched her chin on the edge of the bed and just looked at me, despearate to be invited up.  I tried so hard but you can't leave one out can you?  I gave in after a very short time, and up she came - it was now a very tight squeeze.

Of course having all of them meant that fox watch was very active.  The minute Buffy heard something she was downstairs followed swiftly by Bess and then Lottie bounced after them.  They barked in unison then Polly added her bleating to the symphony.  We'd gone to bed at 9pm (shattered after a night out on Friday), and were feeling a bit guilty that we had at least 12 hours rest.  By 12.30am and six fox watch scenarios later we realised we needed every minute of those 12 hours we could get.

Remember that song:  "there were ten in the bed and the little one said "Roll Over, Roll Over", so they all rolled over and one fell out, there were 9 in the bed .................................."

We could make it ten if we invited the chickens up!