Fall is great here in California. The best part is the cooler weather. When it’s warm outside, I get too hot if I try to sleep on the bed with Mom. Once it is cool, I can hop up on the bed with Mom and sleep there. . . at least until Dad comes to bed and tells me to move.
Just to be clear, I let Mom pet me for a few minutes, but then I scoot just out of range of her hand. If I don’t, she will keep petting me, and I need my sleep to maintain my handsomeness. Sometimes she is too persistent. I’ll scoot out of range, and she’ll scoot closer and start petting me again. I hate to hurt her feelings, so I’ll sigh really loudly and move AGAIN. She understands what that means, and she usually says something like “Sleep well, Handsome.”
When it cools off even more and we get into winter, I do all of this, and I get off the bed when Dad tells me to, but then I can sneak back up and sleep at the foot of the bed where no one can pet me while I sleep in the comfort of my Sleep Number bed.
It’s perfect that the cooler weather coincides with the shorter days. That’s ideal for sleeping! I really like sleep. Mom says she does, too, but because of her job, she doesn’t get to enjoy it as much as I do. I’ll try to enjoy it enough for both of us.