Jake, our male golden retriever, usually lay in between of us when we were watching TV in bed, that way he got attention and scratch from both of us, until he got too hot then he would move to the end of the bed and sleep there quietly. This one time, he was peculiarly lying along the edge of the bed leaning against me. I suspect he never knew how big he has became and how much room he took up, but he definitely took up a third of the bed. At one time I was wondering: hmm... how could he balanced on the edge like this and not fall off? But then I let him be and went back to watching the movie.
After a few minutes I felt some kind of struggle, and heard a big thump! When I looked down to where the commotion was coming from, I saw that Jake, all 85 pounds of him, hit hard on the floor. But instantly he popped back up, looking very confused and shocked, he gave himself a tremendous shake from head to tail. I rushed off the bed to comfort him, and I scratched his body to see that nothing was broken. "Oh poor Jake, I'm so sorry that you fell off the bed, but you are OK." Of course Jack suspected for a moment that I pushed his dog off the bed, but honestly I didn't do such thing, and it just happened. Fully awaken from the accident, Jake jumped back on the bed, laying in between of us, and went back to sleep as if nothing had happened.
If it were me, I would probably ponder what went wrong; who did this to me; why it happened to me; how could I protect myself so this wouldn't happen again, and eventually probably opened up a string of thoughts that might lead to the meaning of life. But to Jake, things happened, he shake it off, let it go and went back to sleep. That's one of the many qualities of dogs that I appreciate.
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