In his continuing quest to ingratiate himself into the household, New Dog has starting sleeping in my daughter’s bed. She is, as any
9 10 year old girl would be, absurdly pleased that the Dog has anointed her as Sleeping Buddy, especially because it’s something her brothers don’t get to do. In a house with four kids, exclusive *anything* is a valuable commodity: we are communists by necessity.
Well now, in a new display of utter patheticness, New Dog has taken to going into my daughter’s room after she leaves for school, gently removing one of her stuffed animals, and find a comfy spot in the sun to sleep with it.
I am on to you, New Dog.