Ruby’s in the bed.

Ruby has taken to sleeping with us on our bed at night.  Her old joints are no longer very comfortable for her to rest on on our cheap non-Temperpedic-foam dog beds.  As it turns out, there is not enough room on the king-sized bed for the three of us – mainly because Ruby really stretches out length-wise or on the diagonal and there is no way to move her or ask her to scoot over another 2 inches.  Last night, it meant that I had to decamp to Edda’s bed.  I know it seems illogical that I’m more comfortable sharing a twin-sized bed with Edda that a king-sized bed with Jeremy and Ruby, but that’s just the way I am.