|Bella in 2013, not quite an ingrained habit of sleeping on the bed.|
"Don't be jealous, Little White Dog of My Heart, there will alwys be a prime space for you here if you want it." "With pillows?" she asked. "Of course." "UNDER the comforter?" "Only you." "With space to stretch out?" "Until Dad comes back to bed, then we all have to make room." "OK, I'll stay for a while."