Corey left for Las Vegas today. I think his nerves got the best of him last night.
"Beetle, my stomach hurts. I need the dog up here on the bed."
"(mumble grumble) ok..."
Our 75-pound Oliver jumps up on the bed and settles in between us.
"Beetle, move over. You're crowding him."
"But I'm at the edge of the---"
There is something about a man and his dog.
...and there's something about a dog's ability to gain full access to the best spot on the bed.