Our dogs are allowed on the furniture.
With a Great Dane, whose 160 pound frame needs lots of cushion, and Labradors, the snuggliest dogs ever, it’s sort of a necessity that the dogs have furniture privileges.
Which is great. It really is.
But it’s also why I love to travel for work.
I’m away from home for work a lot. This month, for instance, I’m out of town 13 out of 31 days.
Working out of town means I stay in hotels a lot.
This month I’m in a hotel bed almost as much as I’m in my own bed.
Why do I love to travel so much? I mean, I’m away from the dogs, from Smart Dog University, from my husband! All true. And I do miss them when I’m gone.
What I don’t miss, however, is dog hair everywhere. 
Dog drool everywhere. On the walls.
On the fridge.
Dogs taking up every available piece of furniture so the only seat left for me is the coffee table.
Dogs kicking me out of my very own bed.
This, my friends, is bliss. An entire bed. To myself.
An entire bed. To myself.
I can lay across the bed, I can lay sideways, I can have the entire bed to myself. Not a piece of drool anywhere. The only mess is the one I make. And believe me, I’m no where near as messy as a 3 year old Great Dane.
I can’t live the hotel life for long, mind you. But for a night or two? Bliss.