The dog’s knee is almost to the point where she could do what she wanted, if she wanted, but not quite Which means that, if there’s thunder or some other weird noise, she has no problem jumping into my bed, but if she just wants to get up in it, she’s got to pace around and sigh and otherwise try to wake me up without seeming like she’s trying to wake me up so that I will lift her into the bed.
This has been the opposite of pleasant for me because she’s got some boney elbows, let me tell you. And when you’re trying to lift her up, she’s pushing at least one of those elbows right into your arm.
I have finally figured out how to get the dog into the bed with no pain to me.
I put the bathmat down next to the bed. Now, she’s got a little something she can grab onto and–voila!–she can leap up into the bed. My problems solved.