My husband, the diplomat

by statia on December 16, 2005

The big discussion in our house lately is when to let the little monster sleep on the bed. Our dogs are our family and while I’m a firm believer in crating, it’s been really fucking cold here and yes, I’m totally trying to justify my pussiness and the fact that I feel bad that she’s probably freezing her little ass off. Especially given that we turn the heat way down at night because of the fact that I’m like a pizza oven when I sleep, or maybe a kiln. Apparently, this morning, my husband, the man who has suffered a lot of blunt force head trauma over the years, reasoned with the monster as if she was a 26 year old that could reason logic. My logic is that she sleeps on this couch all snuggled up to us for hours at a time, I’m hoping we’ll get more sleep if she’s sacked out under our covers nice and warm.

Oh yeah, I can imagine this is going to last about half a night.

{ 3 comments }

Empress December 17, 2005 at 3:53 am

WELL? how did it go?? (She looks a bit more hesitant to shake on it with you than she does with her daddy, but I still think she was serious in her intentions, no matter what the outcome.)

Lenni December 17, 2005 at 6:47 am

That’s so cute!

April December 19, 2005 at 2:11 pm

And your hair looks mighty fab in that shot.

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