Briscoe got to stay with her Grandparents this weekend. She had a lot of fun. She and Bella got to romp around and chew on each other. Briscoe smelled awesome when I picked her up yesterday. So I gave her a bath. As a reward for being such a good dog during her bath and this weekend, I decided to let her sleep on my bed. I don’t normally let her sleep on my bed, for one thing my bed is about four feet off the ground, but more importantly I don’t want her to get so used to sleeping on the bed that she can’t sleep by herself anymore. But every once in a while I let her sleep with me, she is so snuggly and sweet, and is normally really good at sleeping on my feet and not moving around too much.
So last night, she snuggled in, and I snuggled in, and we both fell asleep. A few hours later I awoke to a loud THUMPK! as my sweet snuggly dog rolled off the bed and hit the floor. She limped off to her own little bed that is a little closer to the ground.
I feel like a terrible dog parent.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
i shouldn’t laugh, but honestly that happens to my dog every once in a while. I feel the same way, when it happens.