Now, I love domesticated inbred and genetically inferior wolves as much as the next fellow, but there are certain limitations on that fondness. For example, I would not provide an imitation grassy knoll in the basement as does my neighbour, so that the beast can relieve himself day or night and not chill his precious rotweiller paws. And as far as letting Baskerville Bob sit on the chersterfield, hell, I wouldn't even let Mayor Ford sit naked on my furniture.
I agree about the furniture.... yet somehow the dumb beast has made his way into our bed.
It started when camping, with him creeping next to hubby and being so wonderfully warm on a cold night, that hubby allowed it. Then hubby started letting him sleep at the foot of the bed. Then last night, during a bout of insomnia, while heading to bed I startled the 'poor beast'. He growled and snarled at me, and once he discovered it was actually me, there was no actual threat, crawled up the bed, into hubby's arms and cried piteously before falling back to sleep in his embrace. *sigh*