Friday, June 16, 2017

FLASHBACK FRIDAY: WHO OWNS THE BED?

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I've applied for more jobs this week. All of the positions are apply-online deals, so I receive an email that says my application has been received and the hiring team will contact me for an interview 
when they fall in love with my mad skills 
if they're in the mood
if the job really exists
if the company actually exists 
if . . . whatever. 

This job hunting business is a real time suck, but I don't want to ignore all of my best friends so I have a Friday

for you. I first published this post on June 14, 2010. It's had 65 page views.

It was my first full summer in Florida, and I took in a foster dog who had cancer. I named her Robin. She wasn't with us very long, but this post describes what happened as Robin took over my life and my bed.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug



Poor, pitiful little Robin who is dying of cancer started out as a cuddler in my bed.

Poor, pitiful little dog, I thought. She is so starved for affection and attention. I was simply thrilled to give her the love she deserves.

But cuddling has turned into a turf war; that is, who owns the bed?

Before I can get in the bed at night, Robin hops in and settles down smack dab in the middle. I have to push and shove her as best I can so I can join her in bed. For a poor, pitiful cancer stricken dog, she is mighty heavy and strong when she plants herself in her desired spot.

Last night, I barely got into the bed, and when I did, I was allowed only enough of the sheet to cover half of myself. Robin was on top of the middle of the sheet and would not allow me to pull more onto myself.

I awoke frequently during the night, finding myself in danger of being pushed out of the bed. Robin, I said, You really must let Mommy share the bed and get some sleep.

I was exhausted this morning because I spent the night fighting for a spot in what used to be my bed.

So the question is: Who owns the bed?

The answer is simple: Robin.

24 comments:

  1. Ah! What we do for love. ;)

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  2. Hi Janie - can understand the 'roll over' syndrome and whose bed is it ... I too had a dog like that ... we definitely do not own the bed! Have a good weekend ... and good luck with those applications ... not easy applying the faceless way - cheers Hilary

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    1. Penelope is very kind about giving me a spot in the bed.

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  3. Janie, it truly is a brave new world out there in the job market. Be brave. Be strong.

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    1. I'm still getting used to the fact that employers want people who can do everything, including juggle.

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  4. I'm glad you re-posted this because I wasn't reading here when it ran the first time. Even in the midst of caring for really sick animals, there are moments like these when you wonder just who the master is.

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    1. I'm never in charge of anything. Franklin and Penelope now want Favorite Young Man to take them out at night before we go to bed. I am allowed to take them out at all other times of the day, but not before bed.

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  5. Of course, it was Robin's bed. The way our critters see it, we're darned lucky they let us into "their" bed at all.

    Have a great weekend!

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    1. Penelope is pretty generous about keeping to one side. I'm grateful to her. Franklin prefers the rug next to the bed.

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  6. They rule. We follow :)

    So glad you shared this post since I'd never seen it!

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    1. We didn't know each other way back in 2010. I'm glad I know you now.

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  7. I'm sure she appreciated all you did for her. She probably didn't understand why YOU wanted to hog the bed. Ha!

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    1. I am pretty selfish when it comes to the bed.

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  8. Ah, what we do for love! I know when I was dog-sitting for my aunt, her dog took the spot in bed I was supposed to sleep in. Needless to say, the dog didn't want to share the bed and she moved.

    Now, my cat, well that's a different story. She's a bed hog and a couch hog. We joke that it's really Mimi's house. Haha.

    Love,
    Jessica

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    1. This house belongs to Penelope and Franklin.

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  9. A sweet story. You truly have a heart of gold.

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    1. I suspect you're quite a softy yourself, Penwusser.

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  10. hahahahahaha what can I say ... gotta love them. Quirks and all.
    All my gud dug liked the middle of the bed but moved when I told them. They would lay at the foot of the bed and then would snuggle up later.

    cheers, parsnip and thehamish

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    1. Their quirkiness makes them more lovable.

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  11. Poor Robin and how good you were to her. Faith, I say to my dog, go to your end of the bed. Good dog that she is, she does go to the foot of the bed and falls asleep. How come, I wonder, she has her head on my pillow or close by every morning as we wake up?

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    1. She wants to be close to you because she is Faith.

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