Bob and I decided it was time to change the sheets this morning but before we got started I pointed an accusing finger at the location of the sheets and blankets.  Bob tells me often enough that I steal the sheets away from him but here I had proof it was not true!  They were all on his half of the bed.  It didn’t take long for Bob to explain to me that all the bedding was on his half of the bed because that’s where I drift during the night.  He informed me that he often sleeps with one leg hanging off the edge of the bed.  So how is it that two full grown adults wind up sleeping in the a space of a twin bed in a king-sized bed?  The answer is a 12 pound dog.

Java starts the night in her less-than-one-foot space next to me.  But during the night she gradually turns sideways shoving my unconscious sleeping body toward my husband.  We call her the Zen dog because she is capable of being as heavy as a 10 ton boulder and staying firmly the space where she decides to sleep.  And she isn’t quite comfortable until she owns one half of our king bed.