The New Bed

My parents finally got their new bedroom set and they've bought new blankets and a new down blanket. It's been a much celebrated item in our house because we've been without a bedroom set for two years. Well, I've been without a bedroom set for about a year and eight months, but who's counting. Mommy won't even give me drawer space for my clothes, toys and blankets. I don't think that is fair, but at least they have given me the bed.


I'm getting really tired of them encroaching upon my space when I am trying to get some real sleep. It's not fair that Mommy or Daddy won't let me sleep on their laps when they are in the car or eating at the kitchen table or snoring in their faces while they watch TV from the couch. Yet, now that I have ownership of the big bed, they decide to jump in my bed, shove me around and leave me a small sliver of the bed and my 5 foot body pillow.

It just wears me out. I try to get a good nights sleep and it's nearly impossible. After a rough day of napping in my crate, begging for food when the rents are home and soliciting play, I deserve a good nights sleep. I get in bed and begin my ritual of cleansing myself.

What?! I seriously had an itch. So anyway, when I settle in to sleep-it is at this point, that my parents start shoving me around and pushing and pulling on me. It always seems like they do this when I first start drifting into sleep.

I don't know what to do. I've tried discouraging them from getting in my bed by chasing them around on the bed and biting their fingers. I wish it were just too small for them to comfortably sleep in. It'd still be much bigger than my old bed. I need a new plan of action.