We love our dog Pete. Grandpa and Grandma Turek kept him while we went to California for Christmas and he got spoiled by them. He thinks he needs to be loved and treated super nice now. The other night we let him come inside the house--usually he gets to come in to vacuum after dinner and then he's back out. The kids were in their PJ's and jumped in bed after prayers. Pete jumped in bed with Jess and Julia and snuggled right in. It was my bribe to keep the girls in bed that night. I told them if they get up for any reason I would have to put Pete back outside. They slept really good until Jess fell out of bed, Julia peed and that is when Pete went outside. I let him lay in there with the girls again last night and while everyone was sleeping I was in folding laundry. I could hear Pete dreaming and whining in his sleep. He must have really wanted to catch that bird he was chasing. He slept there all night long until Todd put him out this morning before he left to work. I hope I'm not creating a problem. The funny thing was that when Pete came out into the kitchen I went and opened the back door for him. He slunk back into the girls room and layed down. He must have known the deal too. If he's going to get out of bed, he's going outside.
Good think I like the ol' fella!