Without fail, Bodhi ends up sleeping on the foot of our bed every morning. Did I say the foot of our bed? I meant the entire lower half – because that's how much room is required for a ninety-pound German Shepherd who flops over on his side like a pancake instead of curling up in a tidy circle like, say, a cat would.
You know those phony short beds in department stores? The ones truncated where your hips would lay, the ones that show off some new and improved 60,000 thread count Norwegian bed sheets? When Bodhi sleeps on our bed, it's like trying to get comfortable in one of those fake display beds.
If he wasn't so darn cute, I might actually do something about it.