Had a no furniture rule for our 1st Beagle, crate every night.  Then 1 evening I come into the Master to see my wife, sons, and the dog all lined up at the foot of the bed watching TV.  Dog still went into crate at night (unlocked so I could let her outside without fumbling with it).  Got so she would beat me back to the bed w/o me seeing or hearing her.  At that point I caved, and three dogs later, they were/are all bed dogs.

This is the face I roll over to and see first thing in the morning and wouldn't have it any other way. Mr. Eddie has to chew on fresh raw hide bone and watch a couple of episodes of King of Queens before bed. He often tries to root through the dirty laundry and get a dirty pair of underware as a side dish but we've mostly mitigated that.

Got him from a neighboring town's shelter when he was around a year old. Some fuckbag tied him to a porch to die of exposure. Little dude won the lottery and is treated like a King now. He's like a little dog version of Audie Murphy. That little dude turns into a terminator when he thinks there is a threat. He think he's successfully driven off the mail lady and all UPS trucks for the last 4 years.

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Border collie/husky mix sleeps next to my head. The lab sleeps nearby in her bed.

I made a ramp so the doggos can have easy access...



My buddy Finn says y'all who don't your dogs sleep with you are just wrong...

He must be related to my Oscar... he tries to eat the ass out of underwear too lol. Like your little buddy, he thinks he's ten feet tall and bullet proof.