Our Bunkmate

Over the summer, a certain someone somehow convinced us that he should sleep in our bed every night. I know, [insert everything you've learned from watching The Dog Whisperer about why this is a bad idea]. And even though all three of us are bed hogs, we somehow make it work.

Still, Sully feels it is in his best interest to reserve his spot early. So on the nights when Ben is home (and Sully doesn't feel it absolutely necessary to guard me), he goes to bed early. His bedtime has progressively gotten earlier. The other day he went to bed at 6:30. Ben and I couldn't find him (which, with Sully, means he wasn't directly underneath our feet). Then Ben came out of the bedroom and said, "Our dog has become one of those old guys who goes to the movie four hours early to make sure he gets the best seat."