3 Dog Night

1 human crawls into bedding on queen size bed and moves around til a perfect spot to sleep is found. Ahhhhh, nice.  1st large German Shepherd deftly leaps up and pastes himself onto bottom half of suddenly smaller queen size bed. Human adjusts her body to accommodate.

2nd large German Shepherd clumsily climbs up, steps on human and 1st dog. Both grumble at him. He makes his way  to the top of the bed, circles 17,000 times, then throws himself down and expertly land his top half on middle of human torso. Human musters up the strength of a mosquito and fruitlessly pushes at now dead to the world dog.

Lowly human sighs, tucks blankets from edge of bed around her so she can still stay on bed. and is thankful this nightly ritual is over. To sleep, and perchance to dream, she closes her eyes.

But lowly human is not to sleep, perchance to dream because Ticket has entered the bedroom, sat down directly in front of lowly humans face and is esp'ing that she would adore to lay in the 4 inch square spot smack dab in the middle of her brothers.

"Oh for f**k sakes" the lowly human moans....which Ticket mistakes for "come up my lovely darling girl, plenty of room!".

Ticket nimbly leaps up and makes the rounds giving everyone face kisses, then plunks her body down into the 4 inch square area, Everyone groans and grumbles. 

4 large beings shifted and shuffled all night long till the youngest said ( 3.5 measly hours later ) that if he didn't get out to pee NOW he would christen the chair.

Lowly, very tired and cranky human opens the damn door, lets dogs out to water the yard. She watches the dogs from the window, and smiles.

She sees how each of them, even in this small yard, never lets the other 2 out of their sight. When one is momentarily hidden behind one of the giant Cottonwood trees, the other 2 watch till they are visible. Or in Henry's case, when he feels the energy/scents them. They are 3, but they are one.
 
She's also smiling because she is day dreaming about the single bed she's buying soon. Which won't fit 4 large bodies. Only one...hers. Maybe then the plush and comfy beds she bought for the dogs will be used for the purpose intended. Or not.

Okayokayokay, probably not.

I might as well just line the bedroom floor with mattresses.

"Her life was okay. Sometimes she wished she were sleeping with the right man instead of with her dog, but at least she knew she wasn't sleeping with the wrong dog." Judith Callas

 And because someone sent me this and it made me laugh, I'll pass it along...enjoy!