The first couple of nights that Bowser’s parents were on vacation, he would not sleep in my bed. I think because he was waiting for them to come over from their place and take him home. He slept on either the couch or the daybed, or in his doggy bed. The 3rd night (and every night thereafter) he decided finally, that it was OK to sleep on my bed.

Yes, he had to bring a squeaky ball to bed with him.

Then, in the morning the snugglefest began.



Eventually, I had to drag myself away from all the cuteness and start the day.

Well, at least one of us started our day! 🤣
We hope you are enjoying a lazy weekend.
Rock on,
The WB