About two hours ago I decided to go to bed.
This is the bed I decided to go to sleep in.
It doesn't look like much in the photo, but trust me, when you are tired it is a wonderful place to be. A safe haven. Warm. A cocoony kind of place.
It is also
Unfortunately
Next to the dog crates.
When the dogs are in their crates. When they are not, my bed is fair game , especially for Cooper.
This is what the bed looks like with Cooper on it. You will note, perhaps, that there is no tired and worn person in this bed. I may have mentioned that it is a TWIN bed made, I suspect for conjoined twins, at that.
You may notice a lack of space for humanoid forms.
Machts Nicht!!
Remember I said the bed was next to the dog crates.
Llewis is in the other room, quite content. Conley, bless his piratical little heart, is asleep in his crate, by choice.
Cooper has my bed.
Nigel woke up about two hours ago an decided he had had just about enough crate time to last forever and he by god wanted out.
This would be great if he could walk and were not incontinent.
He is not sure what position he wants to be in or which direction he wants to face.I flip him around and he snarls. I hope he didn't mean it because I ignored it.
Howver, I still have nowhere to sleep.
Sweet dreams, everyone else.
buster is a proud dog...when he was down in the rear he refused to let anyone see him get lifted up or down..or helped into the van. i had to develop a whole sysytem of helping without being seen as helping to him because he was (& is) a proud dog.
ReplyDeletei imagine nigel is the same way. stubborn, proud, confused, determined..all of the feisty dwarfs. give him time..maybe entice him with a treat to get him to start turning on his own. that did the trick for buster..he felt he was doing things in his own way...kind of put things into his own little paws.
one day when he was still paralyzed..the damn fool dragged himself down the back stairs to go out..i guess i wasn't moving fast enough & paying enough attention to his royal highness...i turned around & looked for him & he was gone...i'm like where can a paralyzed dog go? into the yard. where he sat & smiled at me.
so..let nigel start to do stuff..he may stop snarling some.