I’ve always been a big proponent of slumber parties. Back when I was a wee one, I was always one of the last to fall asleep. I was always that girl who would try to rally the troops to stay up as late as possible. In fact, I remember one instance at my bestie’s birthday bash back in the 4th grade (that’d be you, Troller!!)… me and the birthday girl tried to stay up the whole night by sneaking into the kitchen and eating coffee beans straight out of the coffee can.
Prrrrobably one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever tasted. But it sure made for a fun night! Needless to say, I’ve always been *that girl* who causes everyone to get yelled at by sleepy, woken-up parents. (Oh, and to this day, I still hate the taste of coffee.)
Random Question: did any of y’all call each other by last names growing up? It seems like EVERYONE in my high school/jr high referred to one another by their last name… In fact, it wasn’t until after college that people started calling me “Allison.” It was a weird adjustment. You can pretty much tell which stage of my life people know me from by what they call me (i.e. Allie= family, Allison = post college, Rice (or any form thereof = jr high/high school/college. Kinda neat!)
Annnnyway. Fast-forward to October 2010. Two weeks after adopting Happy, Ryan went on a 24-hour business trip. Until this point, Ryan was vehemently against having Happy sleep with us. I consented, because if the tables were turned, I know I’d be annoyed to have an intruder in bed I didn’t want there (no offence, Happs.) Well, with Ryan gone, guess who took advantage of the situation and had herself a little slumber partayyyyy?!!?
That’s right, the Happster and I had a big ole sleepy-fest in the big bed. And it was oh-so-fun for the little pup!
I could tell she loved snuggling up and being surrounded by all of the pillows. Of course, when Ryan asked how things went when he returned, I said, “Oh it was great! Happy and I had a slumber party… on the couch….” Yep, I totally told a white lie.
Fast forward to Christmas 2010. Ryan and I spent a week at my mom’s house in Florida and she insisted that we keep Happy in her crate at night so that her own pup, Bella, wouldn’t freak out about having another dog loose in the house. Well, the only reasonable place for Happy’s crate was my room, and Happy’s puppy-dog eyes and oh-so-youthful ears convinced Ryan that because she was in our room anyway, she might as well be free from the crate. So where does this crate-free puppy end up sleeping? Umm…hello? THE BED!! (duh).
I was soooo excited that Ryan came around and decided it was okay for Happy to sleep with us. I spilled the news right then and there that I had actually let her sleep with me when he was outta town a few months earlier, and all he could do was laugh (I think deep down he knew that might’ve happened…)
Needless to say, Happy has been spending the night with us ever since. And we love it. She is just the cutest little thing, and I can’t help but smile when I wake up to her face (and those ears) every single morning.
Seriously now, who wouldn’t want to wake up to this face?
For all of you dog-owners out there, do you let your pups sleep with you? And have you heard about the health dangers of letting your pets sleep in bed? Check out this article if you haven’t! Oh, and are there any other coffee-haters out there (tea is another story, I love me some tea…)