My homage to "Crappy Pictures” . . .
Every night, I put “the boy” to sleep in his own bed. During each and every night, sometime between the hours of 2 a.m. and 4 a.m., he comes into my room like some kind of stealth ninja boy to finish sleeping the night with me. Even though I have King-sized bed, despite the laws of physics, geometry and common sense, I am pushed to the side by two 15-pound Westies and a 45-pound 4-year old. Usually I wake up with my leg hanging off the bed and a crick in my neck because, GOD FORBID, my dogs sleep anywhere except on my pillows with 750-thread count sheets. This is what the end result looks like.
Image is not to scale.