So we’d had Boo for a couple of months, she was settling in and following Brody’s lead on all things regarding etirement when we had the opportunity to dog sit a couple of great hounds.
Ransom was a real queen and her forever brother Ozzie had been one of our more interesting fosters (he didn’t like any flooring other than carpet and came up with creative ways to avoid tile and hardwoods).
But I digress.
So Ozzie and Ransom arrived and said good bye to their Dad and having stayed with us before, settled in easy enough.
Then came bed time.
Ransom, being a high queen, slept on the bed at her house and didn’t find cause to change habits when she stayed with us.
Boo was confused. A dog on the bed? She always slept on her comforter on the floor just like Brody. But now there was a dog on the bed with her mama.
Boo’s world tilted – as did her ears. The potential was undeniable.
And apparently irresistible. Some time in the night, she made the leap and I found her curled up next to my legs in the morning. Ransom was near my pillow.
So began a week of quiet, regal competition for supremacy . I would turn on the alarm system and head upstairs. Invariably, Brody and Ozzie were already up there, content with their portions of the floor.
Boo and Ransom however, finding it necessary to escort my every move, flew up the stairs and juggled for the spot closest to my head. By the end of the week, Boo was winning.
It was almost as if Ransom was content to abdicate the pillows because she was so pleased with Boo’s personal growth.
Most nights, Boo sleeps on the floor, though she’s happy to grace us with a few minutes of cuddling first.
But if Ransom’s in the house, you can be sure the bed will have Boo in it: as close to the mama as possible.
Live the adventure!
