Boozy Cuddles

So Joe does not allow Clarkson on our bed, mainly because "one day Clarkson is going to be old, fat, and smelly and I'm not sleeping with that..."

I hope I age gracefully.

At any rate, even though Clarkson is not allowed on our bed, he is allowed on the bed in the guest bedroom, which is starting to pose a bit of a problem. Nearly every weekend night over the course of the last month, Joe, Clarkson and I all end up (drunk) in the guest bedroom. Basically, it's two in the morning, we get home drunk, take one look at the muppet baby and then instantly decide we want to cuddle with him. Upon reflection, this is not very healthy for the dog. Here's how it goes down...

We stumble in around 2/2:30 and immediately rip Clarkson from his bed. Joe usually picks him up, at which point we poke and prod him, all the while thinking we are gently petting him. We're not. Next, we stumble, stumble, stumble our way to guest bedroom; Clarkson is tired, scared, and most likely confused as all hell, but nonetheless, we all pile in. It's essentially a large game of King of the Bed, a game which Clarkson will likely never win.

The poor dog is then subjected to hours and hours of boozy cuddles that reek of beer, nicotine, and poor decisions. Saturday morning I woke up to Clarkson puking over the side of the bed and I'm not even kidding. Clarkson had been immersed in our drunkeness to the point of nausea.

It's time to leave the dog in the crate, but honestly, how do you not want to cuddle with this???