The dog is not very snuggly. Personal space if very important to her. On very rare occasions she will sit on the hubs’ lap so that they can “sing” to each other:
However, most of the time she prefers to be by herself, snuggled up on a pile of warm laundry fresh from the dryer.
The hubs is not so generous with personal space when he is sleeping. He is, in fact, a bed-hog. He sprawls out, taking up almost all of the bed with his long arms and legs, occasionally striking out with an elbow to get even more space. The majority of the time I just live with it, resigned to my sliver of bed, and just scoot him over if his stretching threatens to knock me right out of the bed.
This past week I woke up because the hubs’ elbow was burrowed right into my armpit. I found myself on the EXTREME edge of the bed, with my poor behind hanging right off of the bed.
Me (pushing back on his elbow with one hand and his back with the other): Hey! Scoot over!
Hubs (not moving, because I am like a little fly pushing on him): What are you doing?!?
Me: Scoot over! My butt’s hanging off the bed because you’re taking up the whole thing!
Hubs:You have a cold butt? I just don’t know why you’re still awake…
So, did I mention that the hubs stayed asleep through all of this? Yes, the man did not wake up at all, even as I pushed him to try to scoot over. Suddenly, he scooted toward me. Now I was really afraid I would fall out of the bed!
Me (grabbing him to steady myself): Hey! I’m going to fall off the bed!
Hubs: There, there. It’s ok. It’s not that cold.
Then he patted my rear twice, pulled some blankets up on me, and didn’t say anything else. And I was left to wonder what on earth had just happened, and how was I to get him to actually scoot over.
I finally rolled him over so that I had more room. I love the hubs, but sometimes I think it would be easier if he was more like the dog: lots of personal space for both of us!