After I had fed Bailey and heated up a dinner for my dad and I, we went into the family room and watched an episode of American Idol. I put one of Bailey’s new dog beds at the edge of the carpet and laid down next to it. He trotted over and lay down on it.
After the show was over, I picked up my tired puppy and grabbed the bed, then I took them both upstairs into my bedroom. I put the dog bed on the floor up by the head of my bed, then I set Bailey on top of it. I changed into my pajamas then climbed into bed. I faced Bailey’s bed and watched him as he sat up. I figured that he was just checking things out, but then he started to whine, softly at first, but the sound just kept growing.
“Shhhh Bailey. Go to bed before dad comes in here.” I whispered.
He kept this behavior up, with me shushing him, for almost five minutes before I’d had enough. I leaned over the side of the bed and scooped him up, then put him at the end of my bed. After doing this, I tried to sleep, but Bailey started to whine again. Not wanting to listen to this all night, I picked him up again and plopped him next to me and under the covers. After nestling into my side, he promptly fell fast asleep.
“Wow that was easy.” I thought to myself before following suit and also falling asleep.