Sunday, 28 October 2012

Three in a bed

Just a little ‘me’ post today. Well, me and the two others I share chez Hasler with.

Poor Doggie hasn’t had much walkies fun today as it’s been cold and raining all day. I just tried and failed to get him outside now, but he stood on the doorstep, looked at the rain for a few moments, then turned and went back inside. It was dark too, which he doesn’t always like because it’s firework season at the moment.

Apart from the negative effect it has on walkies, I have to say I don’t mind the weather being cold and the nights drawing in. It makes me feel all snug and cosy in my little nest. And it’s good for writing. And making soup.

So why the post title? Because I have a confession. Almost every night I share my bed with not one but two males. Gasp! Who are these two studs? BH and Doggie, of course! I inherited Doggie when my Dad died last year, as my stepmother couldn’t look after so many dogs on her own (she has three dogs minus Doggie and Mrs Doggie, who sadly died earlier this year). I was chosen to look after him because he was always my favourite, and me his. (Dogs are just the best, aren’t they? I could write a hundred posts with cute stories about mine). At fourteen he is pretty settled in his ways, and one of those ways is that he sleeps with his owners. So that’s what he does with us. On the covers or under them, at the top, middle or bottom of the bed, the little guy is free to go wherever he likes. And that’s alright with us. He’s just so affectionate and smart, and I figure he just likes to be close to his loved ones. It’s amazing how much bed a little dog can take up sometimes, though!

BH and I got snuggly a couple of hours ago. No kink for once: BH wanted vanilla so that’s what we did. It was very gentle and sweet. But we weren’t alone at first... moments after we had started getting amorous a certain dawg thought he would come and see what we were doing. Just picture it, if you will: me, lying on the bed in my bra and panties; BH on top of me, kissing my neck; a cute little Jack Russell suddenly at my shoulder, putting his head between BH and me and his cold wet nose on my chest. It was so cute and funny, but we had to stop and put him downstairs – even I’m not that kinky!

I have to go and make dinner now. I hope you have all had pleasant weekends, and I hope my dear readers on the East coast of America are all right.


  1. That's a cute sight to imagine. All our dogs have slept on the bed with us at one time or another. They don't get on during sex. Our snuggling is either too scary or too boring, can't say which.


  2. Aw! :)

    I'd like to curl up on the end of your bed, I must say. Can I, whimper whimper? I don't take up much space. And I'd go to my basket when scary sex was imminent, I promise.

    It was actually pretty unusual for Mr D to put in an appearance during snuggle: he normally senses what's about to occur and discreetly makes himself scarce. (Especially when the riding crop comes out). I guess he was just feeling extra affectionate yesterday!

  3. I think I'd like to be reincarnated as Penelope's dog. :-)

  4. What a sweet thought! If that happened you'd get lots of cuddles and you'd sit on my lap a lot.

    But I should warn you I do tell him off sometimes... plus I walk him around on a lead! I can't imagine you liking that one bit ;D

  5. The leash sounds kind of sexy, particularly if you swat me with it when I tug too much.

    But if you take me anywhere near a vet, I'm not taking any chances, and leash or not I'm BOLTING!!!

  6. lol! :)

    BAD Doggie! You're going to see the vet, like it or not! I know you don't like the thermometer, but it's for your own good. I'll give you a treat when we get home, I promise. There's a good boy.

    The nice thing about little dogs is that they're pick-uppable xx

  7. No, not the thermometer! I'll hold it under my tongue, honest! No, not there! WOOF! WOOF!

    I'm afraid I got a little nippy with the vet, Doctor Sharapova, and I bit her finger pretty hard. She got REALLY PISSED, and locked me in the cage for "overnight observation" for rabies. I overheard her telling Penny that she'll tutor me for charge!

    Doctor Sharapova looks pretty scary, and I don't like the way she smiles at me thru the bars when Penny's not looking, and her eyes twinkle while she makes that creepy scissor motion with her fingers. I don't think I want any tutoring from her.

    Suddenly a swat with the leash or a good scolding is looking pretty good. :-( I'll be good! Bring me home soon!

  8. Aww! My little Doggie! There there, baby - you don't have to stay with that nasty vet!

    I think what my little hero needs are some treats and a nice cuddle. You just snuggle on the sofa with me, that's right. No thermometers here.

  9. Yeah! Rescued!

    My friend Whiskers, in the flat across the way, did spend the night with Dr. Sharpova. Now he won't talk to me, and just hides under the bed and cries. :-(

    Wow, am I ever going to be the best dog ever now. No tugging on the leash for me, and when Penny calls, I RUN!!!

  10. Who's a good boy? You's a good boy! Someone's gonna get his tummy tickled..! ;)