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These nights the Goldendoodle named Sebastian, Sebby is what we call him, often sleeps next to my bed. I have a dog bed there for him, and sometimes he curls up sweetly in it, a c-shape of golden fluff, and sometimes he sleeps in-between the dog bed and my bed, where there isn't much room, so that I have to scoot to the end of the bed to get up in the middle of the night if one of the boys cries out.  This companionable sleep arrangement is new, Sebby only recently having been sprung from the puppy crate he slept in for the first year-and-a-half of his time with us.  This morning Elijah came into the room, despondent that the weekend was over, and he curled up with the dog. The crate is still up in the office, and Sebby often bends his head and goes back into it if I am working on the computer.  He's there right now. Of course the wonder of dogs is how sure their love for us can be.  And the tragedy of dogs is that their lifetimes are contained within ours--they all die, too so

These nights the Goldendoodle named Sebastian, Sebby is what we call him, often sleeps next to my bed. I have a dog bed there for him, and sometimes he curls up sweetly in it, a c-shape of golden fluff, and sometimes he sleeps in-between the dog bed and my bed, where there isn't much room, so that I have to scoot to the end of the bed to get up in the middle of the night if one of the boys cries out.  This companionable sleep arrangement is new, Sebby only recently having been sprung from the puppy crate he slept in for the first year-and-a-half of his time with us.  This morning Elijah came into the room, despondent that the weekend was over, and he curled up with the dog. The crate is still up in the office, and Sebby often bends his head and goes back into it if I am working on the computer.  He's there right now. Of course the wonder of dogs is how sure their love for us can be.  And the tragedy of dogs is that their lifetimes are contained within ours--they all die,