dog beds

Comfort


This is Luke and Elsa's office bed.  It was the bed that they traveled or OR on and where they spent their napping time while there.  They pretty much love it.  I can't say that Luke's butt is very comfortable but Elsa seems to like it.  


As I sit here blogging, I have to smile.  Elsa is dreaming at my side; Luke is snuggled up between two pillows and covered with his blanket.  Yes they are comfortable, and they should be.  Over the years I've heard people say "geesh, spoiled much?"  This statement implies that a person is offering a dog something that they do not deserve, more than they warrant as a mere dog.  First let's clear up something that really bothers me with the term "spoiled."  

Spoiled - to impair, damage, or harm the character or nature of (someone) by unwise treatment, excessive indulgence, etc.

Spoiled has never meant something good to me.  I consider spoiling to be a bad thing.  To spoil a dog in my opinion would be to create a monster by over indulgence as the meaning above says.  So, with that cleared up I can move on to the rest of the blog. 

Comfort.

Comfortable - more than adequate or sufficient.  I love this definition.  Yes the floor would suffice but it surely would not be comfortable for Luke to sleep on.  

As our dogs age, like us they need more comfort.  What is comfortable for Elsa may not be comfortable at all for Luke.  He has little meat on him now and when he lays down on a hard surface, you hear it.  He will often lay down outside on the concrete patio by choice but he is only there for a moment before realizing that it is very uncomfortable.  When he goes down you hear his hip bones hit the ground; it freaks me out.  But it is not just old dogs that need comfort; young dogs enjoy it just as much.  If I put a bed down in a room, both Elsa and Luke will use it.  It takes no coaxing for them to utilize comfort.  Am I spoiling my dogs by offering them comfort, NO.  

Dogs require very little from us other than our loyalty, love, guidance and affection.  They need very little as far as material things.  But a good soft bed is a requirement as far as I am concerned.  I hate to see dogs laying on the cold ground of course unless it is their choice.  When I go "new bed" shopping I have high standards.  Not just any bed is good enough for my guys; most gimmicky type beds get left on the shelf.  I want a bed that has substance; a bed that does not just squish to the ground when any weight is put upon it.  I take the bed off the shelf and test it; I push my hands in to see if it can stand up to Luke and Elsa.  The last bed I bought for Luke consists of foam pieces jammed into the bed.  It is wonderful and he uses it every night.  I know that even when he lays on it; he is still 5 or 6 inches off the ground.  So his old bones are nice and comfy.  Elsa uses the carpet often or the other bed which is actually two beds on top of one another.  The whole bed situation is pretty darned comfy in their room.  

During the daytime they spend much of their time on the couch.  Luke has now taken to using a bed that I placed by the couch for those days when he can't quite make it up to the couch.  It is his choice entirely.  The office has a great foam slab bed that they use all the time.  During this colder time of year I have a down comforter on top, pretty nice.  

No, comfort and spoiling are nothing in the same.  One has nothing to do with the other.  In this house "spoiling" is a bad thing; not something you strive for.  On the other hand, treating dogs the way that they should be treated by offering comfort; well that's a great thing.  


Decisions, heart, gut or brain?



There are so many decisions to be made in life.  Some should be made with your heart, others with your gut and then there are the brain decisions.  Most decisions concerning our dogs should be made with our brain.  Far too often our heart gets in the way of brain decisions; which is when you must sit down and think clearly; leaving your heart in the other room.  Just recently we have been discussing the idea of having Luke sleep on the floor now.  We have modified our bed several times to incorporate safety for him.  We put a long body pillow at the end of the bed to keep him back from the edge.  We removed our box springs to lower the bed just in case.  But as he ages and becomes more wobbly I have feared that he might just fall off the bed during his move about time during the night. 

Lately he has become more restless; he seems to find it harder to get comfortable.  Which means that he is up on his feet way to much for my liking.  I wake up each time to ensure that he doesn't tumble off so I'm not sleeping great either.  Leaving my heart in one room I sat and made a brain decision.  It was time, time for Luke to sleep on the floor.  No, it's not an easy decision; it hurts like hell actually.   But as much as it hurts; it is the correct and intelligent decision.  With my heart and brain back together I thought about where to start the transition.  What would be the easy for Luke? 

We have two huge dog beds in our room; which are rarely used.  Although Luke has taken to sleeping on them during the day as getting onto the bed is so much work for him now.  I decided that he must be right beside me; otherwise I couldn't see it working.  So I took one of the beds and put it right beside me.  In fact it is in the exact spot where I put crates with new puppies in them (Elsa).  This enables me to reach and touch when needed.  Both new puppies and now old Luke need a hand of reassurance.  He always wants to know that I am there.  If he knows that one fact; it is enough for him. 

Tuesday night was our first shot at floor sleeping.  I worried as I had not been sleeping well that I'd have another sleepless night.  You can only go on sleepless nights for so long before something crashes.  I am happy to say that it went amazing.  I slept, Luke slept, we all slept great.  When we first went to bed we had a few "I need on the bed" moments.  I firmly told him "no" and asked him to come and lie beside me.  "Lie beside Momma," is a phrase that he is very familiar with.  He is the ultimate "beside Momma" dog so this worked in my favor for the transition.  That night I only heard him up once; he was up and got a drink which may have been quite novel for him.  :)  When I woke up, there he was; on his bed where I had hoped that he would be.

Last night was even better, no stirring at all.  We did have a little issue at bed time as he ran and threw himself up onto the bed.  I immediately told him "no" and lifted him down to his new bed.  He got up once more on the bed (determined little guy) and I again lifted him down.  As I write this blog he is still asleep by my side.  He has checked in on me several times but looks too comfy to move anywhere soon.  Watching him get up yesterday morning and try to get those shaky legs under him made me more clear of the correct decision.

Now Elsa must learn that she is not allowed on the bed until I get up.  Typically she is up very early in the morning; like 3:00-4:00 early.  I don't want her upsetting this new thing so she needs to wait until I get up so that if Luke wants up as well they will both be on the bed.  Right now she is on the bed and he is still sleeping happily on his new spot.  A few more days of this and we will be into our new routine. 

Some decisions need the full attention of our brain; the heart can join in later, once the correct decision is made.  Not easy but right.