Last night I banished the babies. I've been waking up in the morning pinned down by them. Yesterday morning I tried to kick and roll but the two of them had the covers so tight I couldn't move. I've been waking up tired and stiff. So, after a conversation with Sarge, I put up a baby gate and banished them from my bedroom. I moved their beds out of the room, and set up things so they had a variety of comfy spots to snooze in the hall, kitchen and dining room. The living room I leave blocked off as I don't want them on my leather furniture unsupervised.
Locking them out, I climbed into my bed. Where I tossed and turned, riddled with guilt. The look on their faces when they couldn't come snuggle in their usual places. Tossing and turning I listened to Ryder pace the hallway. Both dogs eventually settled in and went to bed. But I, I couldn't sleep. It was as though my furry security blanket had been taken away. I've gotten rather used to the comfort of having Ryder with me. (Diva often sleeps in her crate - her choice.) And normally Ryder sleeps in his spot on the bed and doesn't bug me while I sleep. Eventually I got up and took a Robaxin, hoping it would have dual function: make me sleepy and make my arms less ouchy.
To be honest I think the dogs are reacting to how stressed I've been feeling. They've suddenly felt the need to be close to me. Pushing their little bodies against mine while I sleep.
I do think that it's probably better practice to keep them out of my room. But I sure miss their snuggles in the morning!