July 9, 2021

White Dog wasn't as thrilled with the new raised cot we had ordered especially for her as I had hoped she would be. After all, it fit perfectly between the wall and the edge of Steve's side of the bed so she could be as close as possible to him AND in the narrow space be isolated from the others sleeping in the bedroom...and Steve could still pass to get in and out of bed.

Her reaction was to go stiff as wood uncurl her normal sleeping position so that she seemed to not fit. "Maybe she just needs to practice using it," said ever optimistic Steve. 

"I'LL use it," volunteered Zsofia. "Maybe THAT will convince her how comfy it is." "Sweet Zso," I gently explained. "You will barely fit your bottom on this cot and your legs will hang off. I do not think you can roll up into a ball small enough to rest." "Just as long as momma does not get the crazy idea to add a new recruit specifically that fits in and loves this bed," Roman muttered. "Sweet Boy, fear not. We have made a commitment to you to not throw you challanges that will disrupt your battles to overcome reactiveness. No new recruits are planned. But I DID hope White Dog would find this an acceptable solution to her nighttime issues."

"Give it time. Put it in the living room for when we all gather before dinner and give her a chance to like it," Opal advised. "Yes, maybe without all of  her other worries about bedtime she will relax and enjoy the cot as a comfy place to just hang out," Bai added. 

Steve lifted White Dog into his arms. "How about giving it a no-pressure try?"