You are the calming dog in the sea of feline things. Your sleeping post thing can be WHATEVER you want.
I don't believe the dog business frankly, I did not find any benefit. Unless it's some cavewoman recessive trait that like, I missed out on or something where I think it's a wolf and it will go eat the bear menacing me (or the baby, I am going to imagine that motherhood like, in cave woman times was TRYING.)
Also, we had a dog and I was like NEVER on the bed. That did not last for long. And truly, if I need ONE object thrashing, grinding their teeth and whatnot and etc next to me already (the husband) why would I need ANOTHER one? And the dang dog would STRETCH out in this lengthy fashion across the bottom of a king sized bed she wasn't even that large. It got super annoying real fast.
I'm afraid I'm also like, "I am the boss of you, pet. So you better be pretty dang self sufficient, frankly, (go cats) like enough that I can let you out to HUNT at night and you return the next day WITHOUT mouse entrails to impress me. My favorite cat was always borderline feral and he kept leaving for longer and longer stretches, before he visited me a final time to say farewell (like after 3 months, we both knew it) and then every so often I would see his crooked tail hightailing it somewhere fast. LOL he was also the runt I named him "Napoleon."
Dogs just want to freaking please you too much. That's all fine for the control freaks among us (I am talking about the husband) but I don't trust anything that wants to love me more than it loves itself. Not further than I can see it I don't. They do dumb stuff like tear up all your precious books when you leave your little brother in charge and he does a poor job pet sitting, and then you have to a) pay your brother anyway b) be like, "he's a jerk" and c) not beat the dog because it's emotionally traumatized and it MISSES you and you can't even reason with it like you would a child, or problem solve, you are just like OKAY I CAN HAVE BOOKS or I can never take a vacation, I guess. That's not a good problem to have and yeah we took her on TONS of vacations and it usually SUCKED. My second (real without the kid) honeymoon, SHE had to come and on a freaking mosquito infested campsite she went running around and returned with my POOP all HAPPY like it was some present because I did not bury it HARD enough because of the mosquitos! EMBARRASING!
Then again, kids kinda ruined pets for me. They're just way more fascinating and interactive and etc. I have NO CLUE why I would spend energy on a pet when I could spend it on a child.
I actually spent an extra 15 minutes today consoling a kid over their pet's death, but I did it for the child.
I realize we are all different in this regard. But somehow, having a kid ruined pets for me period. A) kid was so much fun B) the pets he got were so NOT FUN for me. It's like adopting a bunch of, well,. the equivalent of highly needy super hard to talk to "siblings" and I had to wipe their butts and clean out the cages TOO.
But again, I speak for me. Clearly, no one else would say this. I apologize. TIme to call the husband before I am banned.
Anna
