Dear Diary,
Mom and Dad are complaining. A lot. It seems neither one of them are getting the sleep they need. So how's that my problem?
They say I'm dead weight in the middle of the bed and that I won't move for nothing.
Mom tried to entice me to sleep in something called 'Gracie's bed' last night. She even tookher my favorite soft, warm electric blankie and arranged it ever-so-inviting on 'Gracie's bed' trying to lure me to stay there and sleep.
Mom tried to entice me to sleep in something called 'Gracie's bed' last night. She even took
Mom crouched down on the floor beside me and rubbed my ears and belly till I was almost... fast... asleep...zzz.
But then she was gone.
Ha! I was having no parts of it and as soon as Mom got back up into our bed I pulled myself from my warm spot and jumped up on the bed with them. They seemed annoyed. Oh, and get this - as I lay snuggled beside Dad in bed, Mom drops to the floor and curls up in 'Gracie's bed'. I'm thinking she was trying that dog-psychology-bit on me but I was not about to fall for her plan... I just rolled my eyes, stretched out and sighed. Hey, if she wants to sleep in Gracie's bed... then good for her... I planned on getting a good nights sleep right where I belong and that I did.
Gracie.
Gracie.