Last weekend, Cowboy and I (umm mostly I) had the bright idea to rearrange the bedroom furniture. Since the arrival of Max, the golden retriever who also insists on snuggling in bed, we’ve been toying with the idea of a king size bed. It’s getting seriously crowded. And let’s just avoid the whole why-don’t-you-just-make-them-get-down discussion. If you’ve followed us for any amount of time, you know that is just not how we roll around here.
So off we went scooting, shifting, and shoving to see if we could find an arrangement that would work, and that we would like just as much. Truth is, Cowboy is quite the genius when it comes to space arranging (what can’t that man do). And after some newly discovered dust bunnies and the removal of an excess piece or two, we found just the new setup that worked.
I was delighted! I wandered in and out of the room all day admiring our work. It really was a smart design. In fact so smart, I was thinking, “Wow, maybe we should have had it this way all along.” And then it was was bedtime.
Holy cats (and dogs)! You would have thought we moved into a whole new house, bought new furniture, and introduced a gaggle of new smells. In came our canine and feline friends and they all lost their collective mind. Our critters have a routine, and they know exactly where they fit and go at night. It’s like a giant jigsaw puzzle. Every piece has its place. Not tonight. Nope, not happening.
All of a sudden, instead of the normal two to three dogs in bed, we had four. Given that three of them weigh over 60 lbs., Cowboy and I were left scratching our heads trying to figure out where in the world we would fit. We tried rearranging them, but they just kept panicking. Climbing on top of pillows, scrambling over blankets, and just generally acting a fool. Children!
Cowboy and I stood there laughing at them, and taking bets (err… ummm, volunteering) as to who would go sleep in the guest room. After 30 minutes to an hour of settling, reorganizing, and settling again, the pooches finally settled down. And then the cats decided to make it a party. Wedging themselves into free space, and by free space I mean vertical free space, perching on top of us.
Cowboy and I were both a wee bit pooped the next day. And I seriously wondered if were were going to have to put the furniture back just to get some sleep. Luckily, night two went better, and by nights four and five we regained our collective brain and settled back down into a routine.
Now I know animals love routine. I’ve written about it before with the horses. But good gravy what an unnecessary adventure. I’m happy to report we have all settled down and the king size bed will indeed fit. Lord help us when that thing finally arrives, as I’m guessing it will be one more night of chaos. Just one. I hope.