|We were all surprised when Max jumped into bed with|
Maya, Gigi, and me last night. He either didn't get the
"only girl dogs in bed" memo, or didn't understand it.
We went to bed and I made a point of getting her to sleep close to me in the hope that I'd be aware if she had any gastro-intestinal distress during the night. She didn't. She slept soundly and somehow even managed to produce a solid stool in the morning, although I don't think the bulk of the chili fixings had yet made it through her digestive tract. This is the dog who was living out of trash cans when she was on her own during the six week runaway episode when we first got her. The girl has an iron stomach. All I can say is that life with Maya is never boring.
|Max took Gigi's spot at the foot of the bed, but since Clay was|
out of town, Gigi had established herself on his pillows.
Maya slept in the middle, up against me.
|I'm still amazed that Maya and Gigi will compete to see|
who can be closest to me, but they never have a conflict.
|Maya, Max, and Gigi|
|Vince is just glad that the fosters and boarders are gone|
so he had his bed to himself again.