We have four dogs. All of them sleep on our bed, three of them demand to be under the covers and we're suckers. By halfway through the week the sheets they have to be changed. Guys, let me tell you, marrying a woman with OCD (which expresses itself in the form of her cleaning) is one of the secrets to a happy life.
His logic probably was that by the time they're sniffing your sheets, you've already sealed the deal.
I absolutely love dogs but I would die from heat stroke trying to sleep like that. I couldn't sleep with my dachshund because he wanted to be under the covers right next to you. It was like sleeping with a little oven.
No dogs in the bed. I love my puppy but cuddle time with him is on the couch or the floor. The bed is for people only.
How I invite people over to my house via text message: "Drinks at my place. Come over and not get laid. Bring beer."
I tried making my bed human only so I could cut down on the pet dander and relieve my sinuses. It last for a few weeks until I left my door cracked and she came running in at 2 am and jumped in with me. What had been happening is that I'd fall asleep watching tv on the couch and she'd be asleep on the love seat. I'd go up at midnight to bed and she'd wake up at 2-3 in the morning and come find me. I found out if I left my door closed she was sleeping at the top of my steps outside my door.
Not a fan of dogs in beds, but I like having my cat sleep at my feet every night. He wakes me up by purring in my face and rubbing up against me. I know that it's because he's hungry, but it's still pretty damn cute.
I have no idea if her seat malfunctioned, but this story reminds me. I was in line at Wet N Wild for one of the tube slides when someone jerked upward in the middle of a descent knocked themselves unconscious, and they were only halfway through the slide when it happened, so they tumbled through the rest like a giant ham slamming their concussion all over the slide. I also missed out on the log ride at the Mall of America because a boy jumped out at the top of the drop. Rides should not be closed because of mentally disabled people.
I don't think there's enough evidence to determine for sure what happened one way or another, but I think this case still says a lot about the current state of roller coaster/old cunt relations in your country.
My cat playfully attacks feet at night when they move. At first it's cute, but at 4am I'm given little choice but to Kumite her across the room because you can't exactly sleep when she nips you with those trademark needle teeth cats have.
Not if it's Ke$ha's. I'd rather I be sold into white slavery than be woken by that pit of debris and despair.