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I slept through Day 31. Ooops.

When I woke up this morning, tangled in amongst the fleece blankets was Monster. As usual.

I picked up Monster at a garage sale a few years ago as a dog toy gift for the boys. At the time, Rico was still in his rip-and-tear phase, so I held off giving him this blue fuzzy toy with its little appendages that could be nibbled and pulled off. There’s nothing worse than a toy bleeding puffs of polyfil all over the house, except cleaning up the yard after a certain dog has managed to ingest some of said polyfil.

Perhaps because I treated Monster like precious gold while teaching Rico the words “don’t shred,” Rico also treated and still treats Monster like the prize of a lifetime. No matter how many times I place Monster in the toy basket with the other toys, Rico invariably will pick out the fuzzy blue guy and put him on my bed up near the pillows. In fact, the dog doesn’t seem to be able to nap unless Monster is on the bed. I have often posted pictures of Rico napping with Monster tucked under his paw or using the toy as a pillow. Not one other toy in the basket gets as much love and respect from Rico – and Nemo for that matter – as does Monster.

Since I have been pretty much bed-bound for the past eight months, I actually cannot recall a time when Monster was not in bed with me. I think this poor stuffed guy has been the go-to cuddler when the boys weren’t around, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rolled over onto him, or rolled over and gone face to face with him. The boys have chawed on his squishiness, bopped me in the head with him, held him high with their paws while lying on their backs as though Monster were the baby Lion King, and nuzzled and stuffed the toy under the blankets and up against my back more times than I can count. If he fell off the bed, the boys would retrieve him and replace him up near the pillows by my head. He needs a bath for sure, the poor thing.

I imagine that my In-Home Dog Therapists had somehow decided that if they could not be in the bed with me at every given moment, they needed to entrust the job to someone they could count on. Apparently, Monster was chosen for the job.

It amazes me how much dogs really think through things and how they are so often right. One thing I know is that the boys made a good choice in delegating the 24/7 supervision task to Monster. Bless his little fuzzy blue heart, he has been here for the duration. When I went to change the bed today, I had moved him over to the toy basket. After I was done putting nice clean sheets and blankets on, it just didn’t look right.

So I put him back on the bed where he belongs.

Day #32: Cherished gifts from my dogs.

Re-blogged from SuperSparklyMe.