With Crabby sleeping on the floor more often due to his back (wouldn’t want him to get it checked out would we?), Willy has decided Crabby’s side of the people bed belongs to him now. No more waiting for his turn in the rotation – Willy believes his rightful place is next to me, on the people bed, every night. On those “Good Back” nights when Crabby does sleep in the people bed, Willy is horrified when forced to make other sleeping arrangements.
There’s a problem with this, however: Willy has decided spooning is a requirement. Not a bad thing if it’s a human who showers. Not so pleasant when its a dog who doesn’t. At bedtime, Willy squashes himself against me, and until I roll over into the proper spoon position, with my arm around him, he will snort, sneeze, shimmy, flop, look over his shoulder at me, and sometimes even growls. I tell you what, to have your dog threaten you if you don’t spoon him… it’s an experience!
Most of the time I accommodate, but sometimes Willy smells, well, like a dog, and I really don’t want him under my nose. In those instances, I roll over, my back to Willy, in the hopes he’ll just move over to his side of the bed. Nope. If I don’t spoon Willy, and Willy wants to spoon, he spoons me. We’re talking flip over, move the back legs out of the way to get maximum contact, left arm draping over me, head on my neck.
Given the current sleeping circumstances, Willy necessarily gets more baths than any of the other dogs – every 2 weeks, at least. For those who don’t know Willy, bathing is not on his list of acceptable activities. Each bath is followed by either pouting, anger directed at my person or other such behaviors intended to let me know just what a lousy person I am.
Here is the photo shoot post-bath today:
Usually Willy goes somewhere outside the house traffic lanes to mourn his treatment. Today, however, he stayed pretty public. And it wasn’t that he just stayed in view, he stayed in view, in his “I’m mad at you” posture, for quite a while. It gave me several photo ops – 126 pictures over the course of 28 minutes, with 3 walk aways on my part, before Willy realized I wasn’t going to apologize. At that point, he gave up and went to sleep.
No worries readers, Willy never goes to bed mad at me.
As an aside… Do you not find it at least a little justified that Willy’s take on our relationship is starting to creep me out? I mean, I realize he’s a dog in physical form only, but the inside, including the brain, is a human male, but still… it’s getting more than a little weird.