Growing up, I was always happy when the dog chose to sleep with me! My first dog, Sheba (best in the whole wide world, bar none would climb up on my bed for a few minutes, but as she was a Shepherd mix, she would then patrol the rest of the house and family until everyone was settled in for the night, then sleep in my parents' bed.
Gracie, however, one of the subsequent family dogs, 3/4 Great Dane, would climb up on my bed at my invitations, and curl herself in a tight little ball by my feet/ During the night, though, I'd wake up pushed against the wall, and she'd be sprawl out across most of the bed! I'l scold her, she;d get down, reposition myself, and she'd climb back up - and repeat!
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