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As the hounds have gotten bigger, there has been less and less room on the bed (yes, they both sleep in the bed with us). We don't let them sleep on the floor because we're afraid they will eat the furniture or something.
Well, I suggested that we could put the accordian gate in the corner of the room and the dogs could sleep on the floor LIKE DOGS. Her comment was that I could sleep on the floor if I wanted but the dogs were staying on the bed.
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Sounds like you need a bigger bed. ;)
 

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Please read this tribute I wrote to my basset Duke. (posted before) There is a reference to his sleeping habits, and my husband's reaction to them: :D

I would like to tell you about my dog Duke. Well, he actually started out as my son's dog, but you know how it is. Kids move out and on, and the next thing you know, he becomes 'your' dog.

Duke was a Basset Hound, which means he had some traits that other dog breeds lack. Such as being stubborn, self centered, disobedient, disloyal (when food is at stake) and a thief. He couldn't be trusted alone for a minute around food. If he could reach it, it was to be his at all costs.

An example of this was when my grandkids were here for a visit one weekend. I set out three bowls of Corn Flakes one morning, on the kitchen table, with no milk on them yet (this is significant).

I went downstairs for just a minute, and when I came back I up, I caught him up on the chair, gobbling up the last of the bowls. He jumped down upon seeing me, and dashed under the table. Before I could even scold him, he let out a resounding WOOF at me! Dry Corn Flakes spewed everywhere! But he wasn't done yet, he quickly gobbled them up again, making sure I couldn't clean them up before he did. It was pretty funny, but he showed NO remorse what so ever.

He also thought the bed belonged to him and me. He battled with my husband many a night, to see who got the pillow. Duke and I went to bed one night, and when my husband came to turn in later, he said, "Duke, off the bed". To which Duke replied "Urrrr".
Keith repeated himself two more times, and so did Duke. Finally my husband said, "Oh, to hell with it", and went to the couch. Duke settled right down for a good night's sleep. I was very tired, and never really saw the humor of the situation until the next morning.

There are many endearing moments, like the time he drank an entire beer that a guest had set down, when we had a barbeque. He provided us with entertainment afterwards, rolling around on the grass. moaning and barking. He slept it off.

Duke is no longer with us, except in our hearts. His remains are now in a little bronze container, engraved with his name. Maybe someday they will be scattered somewhere that has special significance. His tags are on my son's key chain. This little tribute is my way of mourning him, I guess. Goodbye Duke, sleep peacefully little buddy.

PS: My son said Duke should be at the bridge in about 6 months. He's sniffing everything along the way...

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