Goldilocks, a bedtime story for dogs?

Dexter apparently thought that my few days away camping meant “open season” on my side of the bed. Even though his entire adult life has been a contest of wills – mostly me versus dog – over sleeping on the bed or the living room couch, I thought I’d won that war. We started to allow Comet and Dexter to sleep at the foot of our bed again during the night.

Nope. Granted, it seems like something Dexter uses to torment Comet, as Comet does not get up on the bed. Like the movie Stepbrothers with Will Ferrell, two adult siblings are in constant competition with one another, making for great fun – unless you are actually living it as a dog parent.

Arriving home from camping very early this morning, both dogs were very happy to see me. I then got up a few hours later to go off with my spouse to work. Coming home early this afternoon, I lay down for a nap. Now that I consider it, Dexter was giving me a guilty look from the edge of the bed. Maybe this was the Goldilocks story, of sorts, in that Papa Bear had kicked G (Dexter) out of bed?

It was the same look I got after their walk and the missus and I lay down. Seems Goldilocks in this story, does not give a fig about porridge, but has found my bed a pretty decent upgrade to the dogbed in the next room. And both dogs serenade me to sleep with noisy slurping.

Twenty-four hours ago, I was settling in to a chill night among the trees in Yosemite, with no competition for my sleeping bag. However, a few of my neighboring campers, with very fine looking RVs, did bring out the temptation in me. Perhaps I might check out their accommodations? I did get a bottle of wine from one such neighbor. My campmates and I shared it over a fine campsite meal. But as I lay down in my sleeping bag that night, I did think of that Goldilocks story. Maybe I could get just a little taste of the RV life – a sort of trial, you see.

So I am going easy on Dexter tonight. And keeping my bedroom door closed when I am not actually in bed.