Rituals of the Bed
My Beagle/German Shepherd mix, Emma, is terribly spoiled. Or, shall I say, she is terribly used to sleeping on my bed whether or not I’m in it. I have had her since I lived in tiny apartments, where the bed was an oasis of calm, but even in spacious three-bedroom houses, it was the softest place to lie down. She still likes to lay across ...





