the husband and i have lived together for approximately 4.5 years now. for the past 4.5 years we have also shared a full size bed. our first home together was a small duplex, where the full sized bed fit myself, zachary and stevie (our tiny cat)perfectly. then we moved onto a cute little rent house where zach surprised me with a cute little lab, who in turn became a BIG spoiled lab that felt it necessary to sleep in bed, next to me, every night. and then we bought our first home. we kept noticing how small our full sized bed looked in our new big bedroom. within the first few months after moving we rescued our second dog. while she is not quite as big as our first she still made her presence felt when she squeezed herself onto our little bed every night. so, there we were one big happy family (zach, myself, both dogs, and one of the two cats we have)sharing a full sized bed. when i say we were a "happy" family i mean we thought we were happy. it wasn't until this week that we discovered how ignorantly happy we had really been. sunday afternoon we picked up a KING SIZED BED we purchased from some friends who were moving out of state, and oh. my. goodness. not only does the new bed look huge, it is huge! on our first night spent in this king bed we cheerfully called up the two dogs and all sprawled out. we were absolutely blissful. this may not seem like a big deal to most but let me tell you in our house it has made all the difference in the world!
our bed mates:
i know, i know... our dogs are too spoiled...but look at them.