Tag: Frasier

   Supposedly, that phrase originated with the Australian Aborigines who slept with their dogs on cold nights.  The coldest were “three dog nights”.   

   Around here, we don’t need to cuddle with the dogs on the bed thanks to modern heat. For many years I couldn’t convince the Mr. to let the smallest of our pack sleep with us.  That changed a few years ago when Bailey became ill and he took heart.  Feeling sorry for her in her dwindling days, he invited her on the bed to sleep with us, thinking it wouldn’t be long now.

   Three years later, Bailey thrives, beating the odds. Rest assured, it’s always at least a one dog night here at this old house.  Once you’ve let them in, you know…  you can’t turn tail months later simply because things are looking better.  Try reasoning with a dog.  The ritual is the ritual.

    Now, Ben the Dane sleeps in my office on that used up queen size mattress.  It works like a charm and he’s a happy bed camper.  Rudy the pisspot sleeps in his crate because he’d mark everything from here to Chicago if he were left to roam.   When Frasier came along… a dilemma!  He is a cuddle bug, just like Bailey.  They are often together during the day napping in this position.

But…  not until the cows that we don’t have come home under a blue moon will the Mr. allow another dog on the bed.   If I could, I’d let Frasier up.     A two dog night is still do-able in a King size bed if you’re asking me about it.   I’m pretty sure, though, beyond any shadow of a doubt really, that I would then be sleeping out in the dog house we don’t even have.