Sunday, March 15, 2026

Trusting of Gut Instinct








If by chance you hear people talking about such things as gut instinct. It's known by a few other terms.
Intuition
ESP
Second sight
Sixth Sense
Excitotoxicity

This aspect of life has only become stronger the more I heed it, the more I follow it. The more I have belief in myself, what I know. At times it's also reassuring to see concrete proof.

A little over a year ago, I was told some very painful, very distressing news. 
It broke me.
Uncontrollable crying in public.
Sobbing alone in my bed.

Wanting to trust the one who told me though it devastated me.

Then, a more rational side of my psyche took over. From anyone or anything else, I would have verified sooner. 
I wanted to trust.
Wanted to believe.
Wanted to think someone wouldn't lie to me about something so poignant. So relevant to my heart, my life.
Then, something occurred to me.
Although not all records are online or if they are, if the information is private or sensitive, one only has to ask.
The Veteran's Association is known for keeping records.
Far from perfect, though the records reach quite far back. Some records are from 100 years ago forward. Some records are more extensive. All of the records contain basic information.
Branch of the Military
Date of entry into military service.
Date of birth - DOB
Date of exit from service
Home of record
Place & date of death

So much more information is available when the social security is submitted. The thinking is, I surmise, if a person has a
SSAN - Social Security Number, it indicates that the requester has had a certain familiarity with the Military Veteran being searched for.

BINGO

Many people lie about so many things. Lying for different reasons or just out of habit, jus for the halibut.

It's part of my personal integrity to endeavor to be truthful.

Truth is about concrete basic facts
Honesty pertains to emotions

When someone lies to me, I trust then verify. The last time I was told such devastating information it knocked me off my axis. Threw me into a tailspin. Though I did believe the persons words at first, it nagged at me. Something felt like it was off, like I wasn't being told the truth or possibly only a half truth.
It spurred me to dig deeper.

Using a SSAN unlocked the records I was seeking.  When the records appeared. I had the answer I was seeking.

Being lied to is unsettling. Uncovering concrete proof is liberating.

There are no actions I will take after seeing the truth. Just knowing the truth is enough for me. When I saw the concrete truth, it set off a slight quivering in my gut. It gave me simultaneous quivering in my gut while a sense of peace washed over me in waves. This was very recent, so, the sensations are fresh.

The gut quiver has softened; the feeling of peace prevails.





Thursday, February 26, 2026

Planning Ahead







As far back in life as I recall, I have been one who plans. As a child, I was taking notes, listening to people around me speaking of what they liked, what they desired. 
What to get for them for Christmas ~ In July!

By 7 years in age, I had known what my mission in life was, for a few years, why I was on the Earth. My personal purpose.
For as long as I was alive it was my mission to do good in the world, to do things that were conducive to the happiness of others. Occasionally, for my own delight.
People can make up their mind to be happy or less than happy. Doing kindnesses for others facilitates being happy. 
Many grains of sand make a beach. 
Many bricks make up a house or building.
Many drops of water make an ocean or a lake.
Many bubbles make a bubble bath.

People must choose to be happy, giving them little reasons can help though it's ultimately up to each person to decide.

In the past 2 decades or so, after the trend of home decor that leaned toward Victorian style. Then, it was Country Victorian. Then, just Country Style. Then, French Cottage/Shabby Chic. Then, some of the styles were merged in different combinations.

After all the different styles, many people felt a sense of being overwhelmed, hemmed in by so much stuff.

Starting out in life, as a girl in late teens - early 20s, my desire was to just be. Since I was living in Hawai'i, I just wanted to be at the beach. Just feel the sun & trade winds on my skin. Just go to Bobby McGees with a group of people who were fun to be around. 
Just go with my boyfriend, Michael, to The Old Spaghetti Factory in Honolulu. Then walk around Waikiki, holding hands, a kiss here & there as we walked around, talking, laughing. People would comment that we were a beautiful couple. Both fair skinned, blonde with light colored eyes. 
Plus, the way we looked so happy, together. There is something to be said for a long-term relationship with someone who makes you feel cherished. At that time in life, 6 months was a long-term relationship.
We didn't have "the talk", it wasn't necessary, we were both exclusively dating each other, it was a mutual understanding for us.
For me as well as Michael, dating was seeing each other exclusively. It did include a bit of making out, no groping of a sexual nature. Nothing of a sexual nature. He wanted to wait for marriage. As did I.

Just being with someone who made me feel safe. From his haircut & confident demeanor it was obvious that he was in the USAF. People were surprised that I was, too & we were the same rank. 

Time moves us all forward. For those who catch the wave of change, they move forward to find their passions in life.
For some people, who remain stuck, they self-stagnate then turn to unhealthy practices. Substance abuse, heavy nicotine addiction, hoarding, overeating, miring for so long that they are unable to climb up out of the abyss. If nothing happens to propel them to change or no person helps them, they will eventually pass on that way. 
Often, the addictions lead to an early death. So sad.

Here is where the climactic truth begins. The chlamydial life pain.

Many stories that are said to be true, of experiences with visitations by spirits. As often as the identity of the spirit is known to the living observer, sometimes it's someone they didn't know. 
Haunting, just the same.
Often the entity is attached to certain items, certain places. Sometimes attached to a living person who may or may not be able to help them. The strongest barrier is for the living to actually acknowledge the entity. Most of the living won't.
Contrary to the many paranormal stories, You Tube videos, ghost tours, etc, most encounters are harmless.



A personal belief I hold is that the earlier centuries of people who were tortured or executed or ostracized at the least left behind a residue of fear. In 2026, people might be scorned or laughed at or yes, ostracized. 
The undertone of it is still fear.
Ostracized for even associating with someone who has strong ESP.
Also known as intuition.
One camp says intuition is hogwash, just lucky guesses.
One camp says to trust your gut feeling or trust your intuition.
My camp is full of bowers of flowers, laughter, beautiful music, smiles. It has become more so since I began listening to my intuition, my gut feeling, if you will.

Please dig through the word salad to the meat of this idea.
Mmm, meat, good, mmm, potatoes, good.

There is one current running through encounters of my own as well as those described by others. It's that many entities can't or won't move on because they are still strongly attached to a place, prior possessions or even people. They can't or won't let go of it.

If you have ever had a feng shui attack, a few rounds of decluttering, letting go of that which once served you which no longer does.
You may know the deep relief of letting go.
AKA less is more.
Letting go while being alive is far easier for those who are among the living than it is for those who have passed away from living in a body. Couldn't let go of earthly trappings. 
Passing on without ever letting go.
It seems like an earth life principle though it goes far deeper into a spiritual principle. Letting go of things that no longer serve you, letting go of living people who are unhealthy to be around.
Letting go while still in living form is by far, easier than when a person passes into spiritual form still clinging to people, things, places that they didn't or couldn't let go of in life.



This directly addresses life, also of home decor that is the current trend. The movement of minimalistic living. The movement of minimalism at different levels. Also known as Swedish Death Cleaning, clearing, downsizing. 
Adopting principles of Feng Shui.
Peeps, it's more difficult than that. 

Things are only things, you might think.

Those things hold memories that many people are emotionally attached to. The memories of happy times, people we love, places we have been, the essence of a time when life was so good. A particularly happy event or occasion.
It's really the memories & loved ones that are cherished. The things are tangible representations of that person, place or happy time. Sellers of trinkets at touristy locations thrive on this desire to have something tangible.
Letting go can feel like a betrayal of that which we hold dear.
In truth?
Most of letting go digs deep into the very base of these. 
Letting go is actually a way to honor them.
This is why it frees us emotionally, spiritually.
Yes, it even frees us of the feeling of being hemmed in by clutter.

The tricky part is to be ready to let things go. 

Something that put me on the track to clutter was becoming friends with a woman who I found to be fascinating. She had lived in the same house with all of her stuff for at least 10 years. I was just starting out. Had only been married for 3 years. My baby was almost 1 year old. A lot of my time & resources were devoted to her.
The friend's home had a lot of everything. 
Artful, tasteful clutter. 
She constantly remarked at how stark my home was. How barren it was of style, of anything.
At this point I will say that it was up to me, I voluntarily took her words to heart, I began collecting "stuff". The friendship with the woman soured when I discovered her volatile temper. She put me on full blast three times in private, twice in public. At a crowded restaurant on Hickam AFB, she was so loud, so aggressive. The other people there, were very concerned. Two people asked the manager to do something about the loud, crazed woman ranting & raving without taking a breath. The manager was going to call the cops if she didn't calm down.
If I even said anything it would fuel her verbal attack on me, so, mostly I said nothing. 
With a bully like her, you can't win.
Never knowing what would set her off, walking on eggshells around a tyrant is not a friendship. It's a very agonizing feeling. Her tirades threw me into some very deep depression & anxious times.
I had to back off, way off, end the association for my well-being.
Having learned to avoid that sort of abusive person, life is better.

Because I had decluttered my own home, then, helped a couple of very minor clutter cases. In the past when I helped other people to declutter, if they were willing to do it yet not quite ready, they would start accumulating all over again afterward.
The change begins internally then the change can be external. A person must be ready to let go, make internal changes after letting go, revel in the freedom to breathe a bit easier.

WARNING

Change can be unsettling. Even a baby being born must struggle to adjust to its new environment after the struggle of being born. Many people may even cry like a baby as they adjust to their new reality.
I did.
In present day, going through a decluttering is an emotional roller coaster. Sorting through items from different stages in my life. Just as I think it will get easier, an emotional time bomb appears. It's then that I used to stop for that day which sometimes turned into a week or more.
With my pup who is very curious about everything, it adds a slight delay. He needs to sniff everything. Also, he must go out occasionally to make fudge or lemonade.
The difference is that after uncovering the spiritual principles of attachment & detaching, it makes letting go more meaningful.
As much fun as it would be to come back in spirit form to haunt & scare the crap out of some people who might deserve the scare.
I just say - "nah".
Moving on is more precious than any of that could ever be.



There's a plus!

Plus, if I can move forward in life, I can only imagine the richness of moving forward without the trappings of Earthly thingamabobs.

Sunday, February 22, 2026

For Love







People run hither dither getting ready for what is touted as the most romantic day of the year. Up front it looks like chocolate candy, roses, hearts, promises that will most likely be ignored by the promiser within hours.



With that said it may seem the meaning of the day is lost on me.
Untrue.
For many years I did celebrate it in a way that was more meaningful to me than what is good sense to most people. Two months ahead of the actual day, I ordered 1 dozen each of red, white, pink, long-stemmed roses. The evening before February 14 was spent tying a length or two of contrasting curling ribbon at the base of each rose. Securing a large vase with water on the front passenger seat of my car, it was a delight to me to hand the roses out to people who it might bring happiness to, to have one. Gender, age, race, relationship status, it was for everyone.

On that day, everyone was my boo.

If you have ever been in a school where the student council, cheerleaders, etc. delivered things to students in their classes on certain occasions, that was what it felt like. Though I was the one delivering them, it gave me the same thrills as though I was the recipient. Seeing the surprise & joy it created for others that was actually a bonus. 
Spreading pixie dust.



This year, deciding to do something differently, shake things up, make it feel fresh, new.

On the night before - Friday the 13th - turning off all electronics before 6 pm. Phone, laptop, iPad, smart TV.
The only electronic device I left on was a stereo with pre-recorded ocean sounds. The ocean waves, gurgles of dolphins, whale song. Sea birds calling out in the distance.
It was magic.
As a gift to my dog, PJ, giving him a deep cleaned crate & new blankey made him happy. He gently took the new blankey from me, unfurled it, jumping then waving it through the air like a flag of victory. Taking his new blankey into his crate, he sniffed around it with his tail wiggling fervently. Yeah, it made him happy.

On February 13, I had prepared my Caeser Salad. A personal recipe that I like. Iceberg lettuce, arugula, goat cheese, kalamata olives, a sprinkle of fresh chopped basil & my home-made creamy Caesar dressing. Just 1/2 tablespoon to accentuate the flavors. Having made 2 loaves of keto cloud bread, just 1 slice was enough.

Of course, I did the usual for PJ. Rising from bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, changed from night clothes to day clothes. Took my supplements, downed 8 oz of water. Fed PJ his morning meal, we went out the door to the park for him to have fun running & sniffing.

PJ is still energetic after an hour at the park. We arrived home; in repose on my bed to drink in the richness of ocean song.

Closing my eyes to a light flutter, pondering on what the people of the ocean might be saying. Letting the richness of whale song engulf me. With imaginings of being there. Communicating with fascinating creatures in their own languages. As a polyglot 5, languages fascinate me. The pitch, cadence, little pauses in slight breath.

Whipping up feelings, emotions of what they might be feeling. What they might be communicating. The sub-text.

Hey Fred, watch out for the sharks today, they're cranky.

Did you see those big boats! I could drench every person on them.

Hmm, after those bulls got done, I might be expecting a calf.

That cutie I was with was as big as a whale, oh, she is a whale.

The wave of krill looks promising today. Time to breech.

Those female dolphins are cute, too small, still cute.

How deep should I swim today, trying to beat the record.

Maybe I ought to tell the calves to stick close, today. The current is getting strong.

Thanks be to Triton who protects us all, who preserves us all from whale killers.

I'm a whale, I'm so majestic. Orcas are pretty. Dolphins are the comedians of the ocean. Tuna is the chicken of the sea. Charlie.




Closing my eyes, intending it to be just for an instant. I worked until the wee morning hours. A bit of a relaxing nap is good.
Softly drifting into a dream.
I'm a mermaid. Long flowing hair, emerald, green eyes that match the shimmer of my powerful fins, wide tail for speed. The current is strong as I swim along, feeling it as it smooths over my body.
Fully enjoying the sensations of my surroundings. 
Escaping the day to day can feel like I pressed a reset button.

It was so enjoyable I might start doing this for every Valentines Day.

Thursday, February 5, 2026

Essences





Shades of green of gold of blue
Nuanced within my mind
As memories often will do

Feelings of profound surprise
First time first love first look
Into a loved ones very eyes

The essence of a soul so soft
It can buoy a heartbeat
To such a clamor aloft

All it takes is a song a scent a touch
Yeets one back in time in an instant
To one once loved so much

The loved one is gone is missed is still there
In the place carved out just for them
Gone from this life still is everywhere

An intricate balance of here of gone away
Eye catching ear catching a scent or sound
In an audio pareidolia attention grabbing way

Imagination can run loose for a while
Until it becomes crystal clear
Then brings forth such a sheepish smile

Is it real was it real for others to hear to see
Then comes the touchdown back to earth
Imagining was only running away with me




 

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Talking Dog

Get me started talking about the fascinating world of dogs. How they think, what they do, how to train them, how to solve behavior issues. Although it's fascinating for me, it might bore others.



In a better world people would be required to take classes & pass a test so they would be a caring, responsible dog owner. Then, the pet & owner would be checked in on 4X yearly for 5 years to see how things were going. The lives of dogs would greatly improve. 

Maybe the evils forced upon dogs would lessen or even cease. 
I can hope. 
The horrendous practice of forced mating that is perpetrated on dogs by evil people who care more about money than they care about the harm they cause helpless animals.

Often the male is placed on top of the female, his instinct is so overwhelming, it takes over. Many of these evil people zip tie the male on top of the female. The zip tie is across the male dogs back where the skin is thicker, covered in fur. 
The zip ties are tight, across the females' belly where the skin is very sensitive, with much less fur or none at all. 
The zip ties cut into her thin skin on her belly, red welts are vividly forming.
Just as evil, some of the horrible people will turn the dogs once a coital tie happens. Then, the two dogs are butt to butt, the dogs are zip tied or tied with ropes or rags by their back legs.




The female dogs are more traumatized than the males, mostly.

Often the female dog is too small or too young to breed with a male dog 2 - 4 times her size. She is held down, tied up, her mouth is often tied closed with a rag or she is muzzled. Sometimes she is held down, squeezing her ears forcing her to endure the assault.
Foam is forming around her mouth as she screams in terror, maybe discomfort or actual pain.
Holding a female down to be raped, forcibly impregnated, is wrong.
IT IS rape by definition. An action sexual in nature, forced upon victim(s) who are helpless, unable to escape or defend themselves.

It's usually male humans doing this. Usually in Pakistan, India, The Philippines, Thailand, Vietnam, Russia, Ukraine. 

Several videos show a female in The Philippines, Viet Nam. When puppies of the female dog walk over to see what's going on, the disgusting female human yells at the puppies, smack & kicks them.

One YT Channel, in Moldova, has a male human as the main person, he regularly smacks the dogs & chokes them. When their eyes are bulging, their tongue is hanging out as they struggle to breathe. The idiot who is choking his dog, laughs about it.

Only a few are in the US, Canada, Great Britain. They seem to catch thrills, doing this. Often handling the animals' genitals, laughing about the females screams. Some of these creeps even have small children helping them.
It's completely unnecessary to force the dogs. They know what to do, they do it naturally. It's the people who are so evil, so stupid, so cruel.
How many dog abusers does it take to force dogs to mate. 
Usually, 10. 
1 person to hold the female down as she is immobilized. 
1 person to muzzle the female, often has her mouth tied shut with rags, often her front legs are tied together. 
1 person to take over for the forced mating. The person immobilizing her is often too tired because the female fought back so hard. 
1 person to wrangle the male dog. The male is often on a leash, lunging & fighting to get to the female who emits powerful pheromones during her reproductive cycle.
1 person to help hoist the male dog up by his neck to forcibly place him on top of the female dog who is often heavily squirming & crying out in terror.
1 person to video the disgusting scene, laughing at it all.
5 people ranging in age from 7 years up to watch it & laugh, make lewd comments.

Then there are the dog fights. Usually male humans, revving 2 dogs up, knowing the dogs will dually aggress. They turn the dogs loose on each other, video the fight, post it on You Tube. The male humans sound demonic when they laugh at the pain, chaos, eventual death of the weaker dog. 

Truly, I understand that many people need an income. Abusing animals is the wrong way to do it. It's simple to let dogs breed, naturally. 
When a female is having her "heat" cycle, which is a female dogs menstrual time, she knows when she is the most fertile. She has it 2 times yearly. When she is not ready or doesn't like the male dog chosen for her, she won't accept him. When he tries to engage with her, he will usually lick her all over. Yes, all over, there, too. He may whine a little. 

If she isn't ready or doesn't like the male dog, she will sit or lay down, denying access to her private parts. When the male dog is too persistent, irritating her, she will snap, growl, sometimes even attack the male.
He seems to get the hint. If not, he suffers.
When mating is forced, it can traumatize the female. If she is not "ready" as in not aroused enough to have a naturally lubed hoo-ha, it can damage her internally. She instinctively knows the right time. Her vaginal walls are delicate, almost as thin as tissue paper. When that is respected, she will tease the male dog, putting her backside in sniffing range, playfully bowing. Skipping close to the male, then moving away.
This is doing more than just playing hard to get. When the female is teasing the male, it sexually arouses him, yes, he gets an erection to facilitate successful mating. It also makes her lubed, ready to mate.

Some male dogs will only play & court the female for as short as 3 minutes. Some male dogs will play along, courting her for as long as it takes. She will cooperate with his attempts to mate. Then, mounting her he penetrates what looks like a little pudding cup. 
Sometimes, if the male won't court her to make her comfortable with mating with him. She may walk or run away. 
(If only more human women were this way.)
 
If the male dog won't court the female to her liking, she will find another male who will. Human females can learn from this.

Mating can range from very uncomfortable to searing pain as many females cry out, scream, try to get away, the male dog seems to enjoy it, he keeps going no matter what. 
He shivers, shakes, pants heavily.
His organ swells up inside the female's vagina. They are stuck together until one or both dogs become relaxed after as short as 10 - 15 minutes, sometimes much longer. Then, when mating is complete, when both dogs are relaxed, the swelling subsides, they separate naturally.
It's often easier for the female if her owner pets her, comforts her. Eases her anxiety, her discomfort. Most male dogs just go for it, enjoying the act. Disregarding the terrified yelps of the female. The male dogs often have as little choice as the female, when they are being forced.
Just as the order of biology is in humans, the male is done. Off to copulate with other females. The female dog is left with the enormous burden of enduring pregnancy, the pain of whelping the puppies. Then, she is the food source for her puppies for almost 2 months.

You Tube allows forced mating videos even when the female is screaming in agony. You Tube allows the content to be posted. 
Even years after I have reported it.
It's still up. 
Since YT allows it, more & more of the abusive videos get posted.




As it was causing so much depression, sadness, even anxiety in me, I had to begin steering clear of such videos. Especially as it was realized that You Tube doesn't care that these abusive videos are on their site. As long as the $$$$ rolls in.
In place of actually caring about the horrendous abuse to the dogs. people (usually guys) will video the truckloads of dogs. Most often crammed into a net in an open-air truck bed, bound for the butcher, to process them for their meat.




Now that that's out there.

Many people have expressed concerns to me about issues with their dogs. As there are just a few things I have natural talent with.
I must be a real bi--h as there is an understanding of dogs as part of a deeper nature in me.

Here are a few free tips

#1 My dog won't eat, doesn't like their food If a person or people in the household are slipping the dog(s) people food, of course the dog(s) won't eat their specific dog food.
It neither smells as good nor is as tasty as that which humans have. 
Two points, here. A dog's strongest sense is their sense of smell. It's how a puppy finds its way to their mother's teat for their first meal right after birth. Puppies are whelped with their eyes sealed closed. Their ear flaps block most sound. So, they are born blind & nearly deaf. They are guided to their mothers' teats by their keen sense of smell. The pup's eyes only open after 10 - 15 days. Then, their vision is a bit blurry until they are around 1 month in age. 
*Anything warmed up has a stronger scent*
When a dog's food is warmed, the scent intensifies, makes it irresistible to dogs. For my dog, I buy a large cut of ribeye every month, dice the meat, portion it into individual containers. Every time I feed my dog, I lightly cook it in a little water in a small saucepan that is ONLY used for my dogs food prep. Measuring & pouring my dogs dry kibble into the small saucepan, on top of the cooked meat, making sure to turn the heat off so that the food is slightly warmed not cooked or burned.
It only takes a little bit of meat. One ribeye lasts a little over a month, doing this.

*NOTE*
Warm your dogs food in a saucepan on the stove.
Never in a microwave oven.
Although it takes a little more time, a microwave oven will degrade the nutrient in dog food.
My dog eats all of it, even licking the dish for a minute afterward.


#2. My dog won't listen to me.
Dogs, even very smart dogs, do better with one-word commands. Names with one syllable
One or 2 max personal or affectionate names. 
Of course, you can give them one or 2 or three or four or more names or commands.
That's fine for humans.
It makes less sense for dogs.
Simplify, for their sake.
One syllable for their sake, two as a maximum.
Dogs understand it more, respond better, enjoy life a bit more with their hoomans. 
Catch your dog doing something right. Lavish praise on them, saying their name over & over, in happy, soothing tones.
It will help the dog to associate praise, attention, affection with acceptable behavior. Often, when a dog has done something that is an unwanted behavior, many people say the dog's name in a sharp, angry voice. When the dog's name is said, they will associate it with being in trouble.
Dogs are smart, they know, mostly, how to avoid trouble.
Practice, saying your dog's name in a soft, soothing voice, lavishing praise, affection when the dog responds by coming to you.

#3. Dogs are natural foragers. 
Instead of repeatedly handing over a treat, break it into small pieces. Scatter the pieces in a small trail as long as 25 feet on a smooth surface such as linoleum or tile. Let them follow the trail, nibbling as they go. Also, taking a long length of fabric, put one or two morsels such as dry kibble or anything the dog can eat, every inch or 2, rolling the fabric after adding a morsel.
You can also use small, fun toys instead of food.

#4. Personal pets live at the mercy of humans. They can easily become anxious, fearful. More. This looks like aggression in a dog. 
Giving your dog a set routine so they know what to expect, shows so much love & care. It may take some adjusting for you & your dog. The dog will be happier because of it. They usually become calmer, happier, less prone to excessive barking or redesigning your furniture or favorite shoes.
Here's a bonus tip of that ilk.
**Canned air that is used to clean computer keyboards, has a very bitter taste. After shutting my laptop down, I clean the keyboard with an alcohol wipe & spraying it with canned air.
The next day when I was using my laptop, at lunch, I was eating from a bowl of blueberries. The taste was very bitter. It was from the canned air.
Getting an idea, I sprayed a piece of furniture that my dog had tried to sneak over & chew. 
Canned air is safe for dogs; it just tastes terribly bitter. It might make sense to the dog that chewing on the furniture is not a choice.
There was no scent, there's an absence of color or discoloration. The next time my dog inched over to the sofa, I let him go for it. Immediately, when he put his mouth on the sofa. He backed away so fast he fell over. He kept letting his tongue hang out & sloshed in his water dish. He stopped after a few minutes, so, it was certain it was temporary. He was fine after that, so was my sofa.

Although I might get some criticism for this, my dog isn't allowed on my furniture or on my bed. Or even in my bedroom. Dobermans are notorious bed hogs. He's a big love bug. He would force me out of my own bed. Also, a less endearing trait is the farts that could kill a tiger.
With my sensitive nose, I can't let him sleep in my bed.
He has his own places to lay on, to sleep on.
Investing in a co-sleep bed has been wonderful It's comfortable for humans & their pets. 
Since deciding to stop using stimulants to keep me focused on overnight work at home, taking a 3 - 4-hour nap works. I will admit, I took naps on the floor with a pillow & blanket. Before, I felt a bit sad, napping in my bedroom as PJ whined outside my closed bedroom door. Before, I left the door opened so he could see me, hear me, smell me.
No joy.
The door was opened, so, he saw it as an invitation.
Being awakened by the foul stench of Dobie-farts was so disgusting.
Co-Sleep bed in the living room, it is!
PJ is now a bit over 2 years in age. So happy to have him.

If you are a dog owner, please be kind, be patient with your pup(s).



Trusting of Gut Instinct

If by chance you hear people talking about such things as gut instinct. It's known by a few other terms. Intuition ESP Second sight Sixt...