The Great Garner Bedtime Brawl:
Sully Vs. Blu
R.T. Garner
Ah, yes, another peaceful evening in the Garner household. The lights are dim, the phone’s glow softly flickers as I pretend I’ll check “just one more email,” and the gentle hum of total chaos begins next to me. You see, I’m not alone in bed. Oh no. I’ve got Blu, a battle-hardened canine veteran, and Sully – part Weimaraner, part German Shepherd, and 100% drama – squaring off for the sacred territory: the spot next to Dad.
It’s been this way for years now, ever since Blu decided that she was my chosen one. I mean, who could blame her? She had to fight for that spot back in the day when Luna was alive. The moment Luna’s little body hit the bed, she’d plop right down like royalty – her stubby legs declaring, “This is mine now.” Blu would sit there, eyes wide in disbelief, clearly thinking, “Are we just going to let this happen?!” I tried explaining that the bed was big enough for all of us, but nope. That bed became a battlefield, and I was Switzerland – neutral and mostly confused.
But now… now Luna’s gone, and Blu’s time had finally come to enjoy the spoils of war, or so she thought. Enter Sully. This big, sleek Weimaraner-German Shepherd mixes with legs for days and a soul as sensitive as a poet’s. Sully doesn’t just want to be next to me – he needs it. It’s like he was born with a GPS…
