I found a few pictures from my old phone of Molly the other day.
They made me laugh.
This is the picture that started it all.

DJ insisted that she sleep in her crate, in our room, at night.
I was OK with that.
The last thing I wanted was a mess in our bed.
But seriously, look at her?
It was hard.
It lasted a whole two nights.
The third night we had her she must have gotten spooked.
At two am, she started whining.
Two hours before I had to be up for work.
I laid on the {wood} floor with my hand in the cage.
Trying to comfort her.
She was fine as long as I was there.
Didn't take me long to realize she was not going to be OK if I wasn't.
I said forget it.
Didn't want to sleep on a wood floor.
While my husband was still out cold in bed.
Picked her up, and put her next to me in bed.
She snuggled in, and let me sleep for a few more hours.
And yes, she always slept on my pillow around my head.
Guess who has been on our bed EVERY night since?
Guess who had to sleep on an air mattress with her when she was sick?
(While pregnant!)
Yes, our dog has attachment issues.
She can't sleep alone.
We have learned not to fight it.
If we want sleep, we figure out a way to sleep with her.
She even slept with us after she had her knee surgery.
In all honesty, I LOVE having her on my bed.
She is such a cuddler, and keeps me warm.
Except when I was preggo.
Because you see, she doesn't just sleep on the end of our bed.
She picks one of us (usually me), and lays ON TOP of our legs.
Or cuddles up next to us, and shares our pillow.
Didn't so much care for that when I was as big as a house!
I do love our Molly.
Even if I have to share my bed with her.
EVERY night!





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