Chevy, at about 17 months old, is about as smart as I was when I was 15 years old. I say this because the dog has figured out something that I figured out when I was 15. That is, mom is not coherant at 6:30 in the morning and will likely allow anything that doesn't require her to get out of bed.
Chevy knows that he cannot sleep with us on the bed. He is allowed to take a snooze on our bed during the day, but when nighttime comes and Scott and I crawl in...he has to get off! Lately, he has been crawling back on the bed about 6ish in the am. As long as he stays at the bottom of the bed, I am okay with that. But he doesn't stay. He slowly inches up to be with us. Yesterday he came on to the bottom of the bed and then moved up so he could lay his head on my body. By the time 7 am rolled around, he was fully stretched out next to me with his head on my pillow. Yes, his head was on my pillow next to mine and somehow my arm was around under his neck. I was snuggled up to the dog like he was a person. Sigh.
I'm sure it was such a funny sight that I thought about re-creating it for a picture, but that would only confirm for the dog that he belongs there. That's probably not a good idea. Chevy already has illusions of grandeur that we are going to have to train out of him. His master plan is probably to take over my spot on the bed and make me sleep on the floor. That will never happen (although I've said a lot of things would NEVER happen that he's managed to fanagle)!
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