We have not really had a good night sleep for a little over one year, oh by the way, that is also when we adopted Kirby the Beagle and said beagle began wedging his way into our bed at night.  So every night, we kind of curl around the pup, as he sleeps peacefully between us and his dog bed sits empty on the floor.  Waking up with a sore back and a crick in our necks, we accept our lot for the love of our little dog, who inexplicably takes up about half of the bed by himself.

Then a ray of hope, a sign of good things to come, as we walked upstairs for bed, Kirby inexplicably nudged the door to 5-year-old Ben’s bedroom open and curled up on his bed.  Kirby wanted to sleep on Ben’s bed.  Thank God, finally a good night sleep awaited us.

1:00 AM.  Ben enters our room to let us know that Kirby is sleeping on his bed.  We let him know that it is okay.  He heads back to bed.  All is well and good.  One disruption for the night, not bad, I’ll take it.

1:05 AM.  Ben reenters our room in tears and informs us that he no longer wants Kirby in his bed.  Paradise lost.  The hope of a good night rest shattered.  I returned Ben to bed and accepted defeat.  Scooping up Kirby, I placed him on our bed.

At least we got about two hours of quality rest, that’s something.  Not much, but something.