My crazy dogs play musical beds at night.
I came into the kitchen at 3 am this morning, to find Mr Spaghetti Leg’s two mattresses strewn separately on the floor by the door – but no dog sleeping on them. I looked over to Little Monkey’s bed and there she was, curled up into a tiny ball, lying on the crumpled up bottom mattress right by the fridge.
And next to her, so close that their bums touched, was Mr SL on the top mattress!
This is what they do – and they have the whole kitchen to sleep in!