this blog is going to the dogs

When I agreed to stay with my daughter's children for the next two weeks while she and her husband are away on a guard summer event I thought it sounded fine that I would be sleeping in the adults' bedroom with my own private bath.  What wasn't made crystal clear to me was that this bedroom is also where the three dogs spend their nights; the boxer, the mystery mix (same size as a boxer) and the 13 pound pug who may look like Yoda but has the brains of a banana. At first glance it didn't seem too bad.  There are three beds (two large, one small) lined up along one wall.  But here I am at bedtime in this comfy bed while the dogs are, you guessed it, all right here with me. If I'm ever tempted to think I might want another dog or cat in my life this two weeks should cure me.