Thursday, February 26, 2009
A Boy and His Dog
He has requested that I wake him up in the morning with a dog in his bed. He has pleaded with us to allow him to take Dell up to ed with him at night, but the answer remains no. Dell would inevitably slip off the bed in the middle of the night and end up destroying toys. Dell is not a bad dog, this is just something I know he would do.
Nate last night once again begged us for permission to sleep with Dell. We tried a new tactic, he could sleep with Dell in Dell's bed.
Which is a crate.
Nate was up for it.
Larry and I tried to figure out which night would be best, if by some miracle he made through the night, we wanted to be sure the next day he wouldn't be too hampered by the aches and strains of sleeping in a crate with a dog. Since today he had a field trip, we figured it was the night to do it.
Nate brought down a pillow and tucked it in side. Originally he had a blanket too, but it proved to be too bulky. After a few false starts Nate settled in with Dell. I was a bit concerned that he might want out, so I planned to stay up. Nate, however, deftly demonstrated that he could indeed open up the crate from the inside.
There was much giggling, a litany of complaints (Dell stop stepping on me) and then there was silence.
Which lasted about an hour. Nate popped out and told us that he did eventially get comfortable, curled up on his side with his head pillowed by Dell's back. But.. Dell kept shifting about. Dell is a wiggler and Nate realized that it was never going to work out.
Nate's own bed had never looked so good before.
And Dell... well I think he liked the company, he certainly enjoyed all the extra treats.