"Diva, I give up. You win," I sighed as Diva moaned piteously for the fifth stright night at about three in the morning as I was (again) awakened from a sound sleep. "Dad, I really need you to let me up on the bed. It's lonely here in my bed all by myself."
"Oh, Diva, you have a lovely fluffy bed covered in warm blankets you can nuzzle into on cold nights." "I know, dad, but your bed is big enough to hold Zsofia AND me on the bed while you sleep. PLEASE?"
"Okay, little one, you can come up on the bed. Gradually, the bed is becoming much smaller."
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ReplyDeleteAww, this is so sweet, but it does put available space at more of a premium! ;-)
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing better on a cold day than a warm dog.
ReplyDeleteDiva is very small, but VERY warm.
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