We have a queen-size bed and the dog sleeps in the middle. John and I are sort of these little quotation marks on either corner.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We have two dogs, Mabel and Wolf, and three cats at home, Charlie, George and Chairman. We have two cats on our farm, Tom and Little Sister, two horses, and two mini horses, Hannah and Tricky. We also have two cows, Holy and Madonna. And those are only the animals we let sleep in our bed.
Let lying dogs sleep is something I always say in reference to the Smiths.
If you present your dog to a veterinarian with the instruction to put him to sleep, you would normally mean something very different than you would upon taking your wife or husband to an anesthesiologist with the same words.
You can only sleep in one bed at a time.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
I don't like sleeping in a bed.
Quite often, we're swamped with friends. My house is known as Hotel Morrissey, which is quite handy whenever I need dog-sitters for Tiggy. She's my tiny little rescue dog, the size of both of my feet put together.
Of course I'm going to be labeled as a sex symbol. I made my bed, and I'm sleeping in it.
As you make your bed, so you must lie in it.
For some reason, I wrote about the bed we slept in when I was a kid. It was a half-acre of misery, that bed, sagging in the middle, red hair sticking out of the mattress, the spring gone and the fleas leaping all over the place.