I’m an addict. Most of you know this. My drug of choice is anything Sirius Republic. I’ll happily go to meetings (“Hi, my name is Tracey and Sirius Republic is AWESOME”) but I assure you it won’t work. They just unveiled new fabrics, I’m ordering more. Get over it.
Jake’s birthday is coming up in a few weeks. I don’t know if anyone has ever celebrated Jake’s birthday but his 6th will be one he’ll remember. My family makes a HUGE a deal out of birthday’s, Jake will be no exception. To start, I ordered him a leather collar, more on that later, and our friends at Sirius sent along a little gifty for the birthday boy! His very own, and definitely first, embroidered pillow!!!!!
Love. Love. Love.
Of course, I had to give it to him early. If nothing else because I love staring at it!
Here is the deal, your ankles, all of you, are at the same height as my nose. So I smell your ankles, and yeah, they smell good so I smell them some more and then you know what, I lick those ankles like they are delicious sideways ice cream cones. Sue me. (I mean don’t sue me, I’m not sure I have a trust fund like my brother does so I may not have any money and I don’t want to be homeless again). Up until I met Melvin, ankles were all I needed. But now, you know what I like even more than the road to your foot? Melvin’s butt.
Melvin’s butt is at the exact spot my nose ends up when my head is held high. I’m a pretty proud fella so my head is held high quite often! I cannot get enough of his butt and I smell it, and i try to get closer and smell some more and usually this is when he turns around and gives me a look like ‘stop or I’ll eat you’ but I don’t care, I LOVE HIS BUTT and I’ll be labeled weird and I’ll risk a limb to smell it, and lay near it, and stare at it and sometimes, just sometimes when he is so comfy and settled and I know it would take an act of awesome food to get him to move an inch, I sneak closer and put my head on his butt. I mean I’m pretty sure he cut off his tail so I could be closer and I really appreciate that. Yeah that’s right, he looked into the future, saw me there, cut off his own tail in preparation of meeting me. My butt pillow brother is the best! The LEAST I can do, is love on his butt every chance that I get!
The bed conundrum had me running around mentally and physically like a crazy person, trying to figure out a resolution. I was a bit tormented over Jake taking over Melvin’s bed, Melvin being on the floor or Melvin needing my bed to retreat to (thankfully Melvin’s rule over Jake remains non-confrontational). I was doing the one thing I knew I would have the most trouble letting go of (in terms of having two dogs)… trying to keep life the same for Melvin. In reality, I don’t think he cares. The solution was for me to stop. drop and roll with it.
While I can count (and math is actually a requirement of my job), I’ve spent the past few months seeing them individually (one and one) and sometimes I forget to live the life of a multi-dog owner. Sure, there are things that are just Melvin’s. His sweaters, his pills, his collars, my love for him. Same for Jake. But in the same way I can use any leash on either dog and in the same way that each dog can drink from any of the water bowls, be them the small bowls or the big ones, I needed to see the beds the same way. I have two dogs. Long gone are the days of everything in the house being bought and tailored solely for Melvin. I had to stop seeing the big bed as Melvin’s bed (although seeing the small bed as Jake’s was still a solid since no way in Hell Melvin could fit on that). I have two dogs. I need two beds that accommodate either of them. I finally realized that if both beds are the same, neither will care who is in which one (and thus I shouldn’t care). And since Jake seems to prefer a big bed, so be it.
I have stepped away from the crazy. I ordered a larger bed (although technically, me ordering yet another dog bed is still categorized as crazy) for Jake and once that comes, we’ll have two dog beds that are for either dog. Jake’s current, smaller bed will get lots of use in the mudroom (where he stays during the day). In his Jake-only space.
I have two dogs, they can share some stuff. The world won’t end.
Look at me go!
Here is Jake during the five minutes he stays in his own, little bed.
Jake has slept in a soft crate in my room for eight months. Two reasons for that:
- uncertainty he could ‘hold it’ all night (the only clue he gives that he REALLY has to ‘go’ is ‘going’. I might not notice this when I’m sleeping)
desire to keep planet earth upsnoring
I want him in a bed, mostly just because that is one of the joys I wanted to provide to him upon rescue. I don’t think he was given any bedroom permission at his first house let alone his own bed. In this home, you get both. Even if that means no one else EVER sleeps again.
The transition from crate to bed started with me buying a matching bed to Melvin’s (decorating matters in my home!). I put it in the room and Jake pretty quickly climbed on it to nap. On night one, when he realized that the crate was gone, he climbed right in. I thought ‘wow, look how easy this is!’. Melvin was of course already tucked into his bed. I did a success dance around the room along with some high fives. Easy peasy indeed.
About one minute later, Melvin became very perplexed as to why Jake was so close. Jake proceeded to roll over and stare dreamily at Melvin. Melvin got physically and emotionally uncomfortable and relocated to the carpet. Jake took that as an invite into Melvin’s bed. Melvin took that as an invite into my bed.
Set up #1 – Fail. Trust me, we tried for 5 nights. Fail, fail, fail.
Photos from this phase of testing:
Phase #2: Then I thought, what if I break the visual barrier? At least until they get used to sleeping so closely to the other. So I took the teepee out of the loft (Jake loves that teepee) and set it up over Jake’s bed. Viola! This was totally going to work, my enthusiasm and optimism skyrocketed! And you know what, it did work! For five flippen minutes.
Melvin got comfy, no eyes were upon him (as far as he knew). Jake loves the teepee so he snuggled right in. Dance, dance, dance…. And then, the snoring started. And Melvin was startled to have that honk-song speaker so close to his head. So he moved to carpet. And Jake promptly moved to Melvin’s bed. And Melvin moved to my bed.
Stop the madness. No seriously, stop. STOP!
We found a solution. I’ll share it with you tomorrow.