I’m home for the weekend getting various things done. It works out well for my parents, who are out of town – I’m watching Mario for them. Mario likes to be wherever the people are, both day and night. During the day he’ll sit on your lap, and at night he’ll sleep on your bed. For such a tiny dog, he takes a lot of space on a bed.
On my tiny twin bed, I awoke the other night to find he’d pushed me to the side, and was spread over most of the foot of the bed. I nudged him a bit so I could stretch out my legs and get some blood flowing in them again, and we drifted off to sleep again. A few hours later, loud thump woke me, and I saw Mario on the floor looking up at me, visibly annoyed. We’ve been sleeping in the Big Bed since then.
I don’t think I’ve seen him fall off the bed before, but I can remember several times it happened to me. One time in particular, I was so tangled up in my sheets, that when I rolled over the edge, I just dangled there, suspended about a foot above the ground. I woke up hanging there, freaked out, and promptly hit the ground.