I’m sure that for, say, an extra bone a week, your safety in your own bed can be secured. ;-)
Nah.
He does that for free.
[in fact, he sleeps with his arm or head across my hips just to be sure nobody can get me]...:)
“Gentlemen of the jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he can be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains.”
Indeed.