Monday, April 13, 2015
Someone's been eating in my bed...
Mommy: "Cole! What are you doing over on my side of the bed, I could have tripped or stepped on you!"
Cole: "My bed is all Crumb-y. Someone's been eating in my bed."
Early on in Cole's career, dh's parents came to visit with their dog, and Cole wouldn't eat.
We took some water and food up to the bedroom for him in case he wanted peace and quiet to eat in the night.
That quickly became etched in stone and has continued for years now.
He likes his bed next to Daddy's side so he can make sure Dad wakes up at the first light, and so he can wake Dad if he (Cole) has a nightmare or is cold or wants to go out. (Mommy is okay with this arrangement)
This started to get him to stop pacing and lay down.
It has evolved into kibble, tiny cheese biscuits, a glucosamine square, and most lately dried cranberries.
Do something once okay, do it twice and now it's a ritual and must be continued for life.
Lately there has been a need for a handful when Mom comes up at night, and another one when she comes out of the shower.
Cole: It's so hard to find good help these days
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