Buzzy was glad to retire. When we first adopted him, Bud worked nights. I worked days. The poor little guy had to help Bud sleep from mid-afternoon till I got in from work. He’d get up then and help me till my bedtime when his second sleep shift started. Fortunately, we had Sissy, another American Eskimo Dog to share the sleep load. Sadly, when Sissy died, Buzzy had to do it all till we adopted Squeaky, a rag doll cat. Squeaky was an expert sleeper, but wouldn’t necessarily follow dog sleeping rules, or any rules, for that matter.
His willfulness eventually led to his demise. Squeaky was exclusively an indoor cat. Despite his neutering, from time to time his hormones acted up leading him to attempt escape. One night he shot out the back door, never to be seen again. I suspect he made the acquaintance of one of the coyotes we sometimes heard yipping.
Poor Buzzy was on his own again till he retired a few years when we did. Not too long ago, we adopted Croc, a Mastiff mix. We now have two dog beds on our bedroom floor. Buzzy usually starts out in bed with us, then moves to his doggy bed. Croc yearns to get in our bed, but can’t jump. It is common for one or both of the boys to get hot during the night and move to the hardwood floor for a while. We have to leave a night light on to avoid stepping on dogs when we get up at night. A Mastiff takes up a lot of floor space, especially when he drags his baby and pillow with him. I forgot to mention Croc’s amazing ability to fart and snore, so it’s impossible to forget he’s around.