Wrigley sleeps between us at night. It's not very comfortable because Tom and I have to contort our bodies since Wrigs typically stretches to a diagonal position by our legs and feet. The past few nights he's been sleeping closer to our heads, but he lays butt first and positions it right in my face. Last night I tried to move him over towards Tom but Wrigs would not budge. Tom wakes up as I'm grunting, trying with all my might trying to move the dog. He says, "What are you doing?" I tell him I'm trying to move Wrigley. He asks, "Where?" I tell him, "Towards you." He says, "Don't you dare aim that blow out valve in my direction!"
We need a bigger bed.