Two Bitches On Estrogen.
George has her own bed. In fact, she has multiple beds throughout the 2000 square feet of indoor space I own. And she has three sleeping bed spots outside in the property too - all in the shade. And at night, I tuck her into a cozy, fluffy, dreamy bed in the bedroom. Her stuffed animals are nearby, as is the water bowl. Inevitably, she climbs into my bed pretty shortly after I fall asleep. She sleeps as high up as she can, attempting to be the Little Spoon to my left side-sleeping body. Yes. It's cute. And yes. It's annoying that she only respects the rules when I am around and conscious. I never really minded it till about a week ago when I woke up to find she had peed the bed. She felt guilty. Her ears turned down and her eyes welled with shame as I spoke to her about how we don't pee the bed. And that she should know to wake me if it's urgent - as she is trained to do and has done. I tore everything off the bed and washed it. Only to have it ...
