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.