All the signs are there—blonde hairs on my pillow, a warm spot when I lie down, the squeaky toy hidden beneath the sheets. Someone is my rival for my husband’s attention in bed. And I think it’s my dog.
My Dog Is My Rival In Bed
Honey sprawls diagonally across the bed. As the night goes on, she burrows in between us, her legs out straight to the side as if to push us apart. Or even worse, she turns over on her back and places a paw across my eye like a pirate’s patch.
And that’s why Honey sleeps in a crate we don’t have room for. Except when she doesn’t.
My Husband Loves My Rival More Than Me
If I stay up late, I’ll find my husband and my rival intertwined on the bed. He’ll be sleeping on his side with his pillow folded in half the way he likes to sleep. Honey will be nestled into the curve of his knees with her head resting on his thigh.
One late night and I’ve been replaced.
It all came out last night. My husband said, “I like having Honey on the bed. I like cuddling with her at night.”
And I asked the question no wife, certainly not one smart enough to be married to the same man for 25 years, should ever ask: “Do you like cuddling with Honey more than you like cuddling with me?”
And Mike gave the answer no husband, certainly not one smart enough to be married to the same woman for 25 years, should ever answer: “Well, I don’t get all hot and sweaty when I cuddle with her.”
I’m still trying to figure out how that’s possible. After all, Honey has a normal body temperature of 101° Fahrenheit (38° Celsius) and is covered in fur. I have a normal body temperature of 97.9° (35° Celsius) and am practically hairless.
But I know it’s true.
On a cold winter night, I’ll crawl into bed shivering. Mike will move over to warm me up. The next thing I know, I’m only shivering a little bit while he’s running wet with sweat.
But just because she doesn’t make him sweat, does that mean I should tolerate my dog as my rival?
My Dog Is My Rival (And I Like It)
I’ve decided not to worry about Honey being my rival in bed.
For one thing, my husband is a really good guy. And knowing that he should never have admitted he liked cuddling with Honey more than he liked cuddling with me, he’s going to try to make it up to me. I’ll let him.
And secondly? A man who loves dogs is adorable. Heck, it’s darn hot.
What can I say? Love me, love my dog.
Besides, I can always entice my rival into her crate with a cookie.
Your Turn: Do any of your animals become rivals for the affection of someone in your life? Or are your animals rivals for your affection with someone else?