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[darkoshi]

Qiao: You can let the dogs in here.
Me: Nope. I don't want dog hair in this part of the house. Especially not in my bed.
Qiao: Wait, this is my bed.
Me: Any bed I sleep in is my bed.
Qiao: Oh, that's where Serena gets it from. The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree!
[referring to Serena's tendency to take over any big sized dog bed we put out for Zorro]
Me: My little acorn. She makes me proud.

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[marahmarie]

Me: Any bed I sleep in is my bed.

Excellent comeback. And one I currently can't use against anyone, as my bed really is my bed. Always a heated source of arguments with the ex, as I felt I should stay out of my own bed for a lot of things that bothered him (typing, coughing, the light on after his semi-twilight, self-imposed curfew went into effect) that I could not believe bothered him given he could sleep with every bright light on in the room with the TV blasting less than 10 feet away utterly oblivious to any of it. Turn the page in a book, though, and he was wide awake again and very unhappy about it, even with all the other noise going on, and especially without.

I put up with the cat hair - and there's one cat here (not originally mine) that apparently rebuilds its entire coat every 24 hours by dropping the last coat on my bed - but because of fur drops and lack of leg space I'm not too happy about it. You really can't wash and lint-brush the bed often enough on account of three cats commandeering it every night and for most of each day (though two of them really don't shed, with my cat, as usual, refusing to drop much fur at all, so it's really down to the one coat-rebuilding powder puff).