One of the first thing we bought when we moved last year, even before we got possession of our place , was a king size bed. I know, I'm a small guy and Scott isn't that big at all, you think why the hell we need a large bed. Well, we have Cleo.
See, she likes to sleep on the bed with us. It all started when Scott thought that it's cute to have her on the bed. I liked that at first too, but soon we found out she loves sleeping right between us and moreover, both ends of her body needs to be against us while she sleeps (she does that on the couch too, that's why I no longer sit with my boyfriend in my own condo anymore. She outwit, outlast, outplay me in Survivor: Couch Island. And I can bet you that she feels that she won a million dollars with the way she stares at my boyfriend. No shame!) As both Scott and I twist and turn a lot while we sleep, when we wake up in the morning with our queen size bed before, we often find her sleeping horizontally on the bed taking up 60% of the room while we are inches away from falling down the bed. The king size bed decision was a unanimous decision between the two of us that if we ever want to have a good night sleep before she dies, we need one.
The problem with the new bed we have is that it's very tall. Cleo, even back in her prime age, could not possibly jump up to the bed, let alone her being 12+ years old. Now, with Cleo, you also need to know something really weird about her. She is not an aggressive dog, most people will never hear her bark and she will never harm a human (Jack Russels are not human), but she gets very snappy if you try to help her going up the couch or her bed. It is the weirdest thing. She will let you pick her up and go to the vet, which she hates; she will let you pick her up and go take a bath, which she hates, she will let you pick her up to walk down the stairs, which she hates, but she will not let anyone help her jump up the couch even if she falls down because she couldn't jump high enough. She has to do it herself. You know those old people who are literally blind but will snap at you if you help them cross the road? That's her, that's Cleo.
Ever since we have the new bed, we tried different methods to pick her up. It's a battle sometimes. I tried picking her up directly but she always snaps and I then had to discipline her for the next 10 minutes. Not so fun before bedtime. So lately, Scott and I had to lure her into this empty ottoman with a cookie, then lift her up to the bed while she slowly move her gracious body onto the bed. Let's just say she really lived up to her name: Cleopatra. Only that if I serve the Queen of Egypt I would have at least got a bag of gold or something, but with her all I got was back pains. This method works when both of us are home, but as that is not the case, it's not a good long-term solution. So last week, even though we don't want to be those people who buy stupid furnitures for their pets, we ended up getting her a $60 pet stairs (yes, I know, with that kind of money, I can feed two hungry children for a year in Africa and they will appreciate me more than this couch hogging monster. Bitter much?)
We thought she would love the stairs, as she had a very small one before and it gives her the independence that she wants, but she seemed to have trouble getting up because of the way the steps were designed. They were too narrow and slippery for her nails. Last night, before I go brush my teeth, I put a little blanket over her stairs hoping that might help when I encourage her to try again. When I came out from the washroom, this is what I saw...