If you've read my blog for long, then you probably know that I have an ongoing debate with Mom about the amount of toys that I should be allowed to have. In my opinion, two of us live here, so I should be allowed to have 50% of the space in the house. And I prefer to fill that space with TOYS. Makes sense, doesn't it?
Well, that same theory also applies to the space in the bed. We share the bed -- even though Mom claims it's "hers" -- so I say that I should get 50% of the bed, too. Right? And if I want to fill my half with toys, that's my prerogative.

It's very important to sleep with toys. You've gotta have 'em nearby just in case you want to snuggle or squeak in the middle of the night. And I always personally select the toys I want to snooze with. Heck, sometimes I even sleep with a toy in my mouth.
So, you can imagine my shock and disappointment when Mom announced today that we have a new rule about which particular toys are allowed in the bed. That's just absurd! They're MY toys, so I should get to pick whichever toys I WANT.
But noooooooo. Mom declared that my latex and rubber toys are no longer allowed in bed. That means no more orange soccer ball to snuggle with.
Obviously, I gave Mom quite a look when she made this announcement.
She says that my white soccer ball and my rubber chicken are also not allowed anymore.
Her lame reasoning for the new rule? Mom claims that she's tired of rolling over on a loud, latex toy in the middle of the night. I guess the round balls and the rubber chicken sometimes "migrate" over to Mom's part of the bed. And since I like to take my 50% out of the middle of the bed, they don't have to travel very far.
Although dogs love a good squeak any time of the day or night, it seems that people don't really appreciate rolling over on a loud squeaky toy at 2:30 a.m.
However, in all fairness here, I should be an equal party in any rule making and thus I should be allowed to have my pick of any of my toys to sleep with. I don't mind a squeak in the middle of the night. Mom needs to just adjust and adapt.
My solution to Mom's problem? She can always just go sleep on the couch.