Bernie, my eighty-five-pound Goldendoodle, enjoys being comfortable. I mean he truly enjoys being comfortable, as if cast in stone.
When he positions himself directly in the bathroom doorway, it causes a problem for me. I live in a Park Model, a less than four hundred square foot home. Every room is small, so miniature that standard household furniture doesn’t fit.
Bernie has a complete run of the home. He can, and does sprawl everywhere. Most of his favorite places are not on my travel path. Under the computer desk, behind the living room chair, and half-way under the bed are his favorite lounge spots.
However, in hot weather, Bernie camps directly in front of the powerful cool air vent─in the tiny bathroom.
Bernie collapses directly in front of the vent, extending his body the full length of the bathroom. Chris nestles next to him in the hall. When I approach, Chris quickly moves out of my way.
For me to enter the bathroom, Bernie reluctantly struggles, shifting from his comfortable, relaxed position. He leisurely fully stretches all four legs and slowly eases out through the narrow doorway.
His maneuver takes several seconds. My urgent bathroom need requires more patience than I have.
Bernie, like all dogs, is a survivor. Yesterday, because of a one-time medication, I made frequent bathroom trips within a few hours. Bernie was on sprawl duty during every visit.
However, on my last hasty trip, I found an open doorway.
Because he takes his time moving, Bernie was probably in this position for at least an hour. Although I appreciate his thoughtfulness, the cool air vent wasn’t reaching Bernie. I fully expect he will revert to his desired sprawl bathroom spot tomorrow.