He seemed to be saying, “Look, my persons. This is my bed, right? I guess it’s OK that my pals are here, too. I mean, at least I can spread out since I got here first. But as you can see, Albert here is lying against me, and, you know, I don’t want to roll over and squish him!”
But not once did Watson growl, bark, or bully his smaller housemates off of his bed. He’d share his bed even when he was already in it. He’d submit to being displaced from his comfy bed, rather than demand his own way. Even when the look on his face was saying he wasn’t as comfortable as he wanted to be, Watson would soon drop his head down—often right next to his feline buddy—and fall asleep. Sharing was more important to Watson.
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