Every night I square off in a battle royale with my wife and our two dogs for valuable space on our queen sized bed. While Miles (Sheltie) is usually ejected early on in the night (we can hear him tap dancing on the floor trying to jockey for a position to launch himself back into the match) Owen has proved to be a worthy opponent and lasts into the early morning before he finally relents from my kicking legs and heads for the floor. He has taken to low key growling if I try to move him while he sleeps, but I growl back and he gives in and licks my face. Regardless of the winner, we always have tired pups in the morning.
(Miles sleeping off last night’s rumble in the sheets)
(Owen contemplates his victory over Miles)