'Poor Brythen' really does seem to be the story of his life. Oh, Rosie...

I like the Welsh hearthrug :)

Do you know where you got it? One of my dogs is quite oily and gets smelly fast, and gets all her bedding smelly, so something really washable is quite valuable.

I think I'll also look to see if I can find it some place in country, but if I can't I would appreciate the link.

Neither dog is incontinent thankfully, but Bailey is very oily (strong doggy odor) and has a very sensitive GI tract, so her bed needs relatively frequent washing. I was thinking that if they made beds out of this stuff, it could go over a layer of vinyl (like they use for the benches in restaurants), and under that the actual bed fiber or foam. Their current beds have zip-off covers, but even if we wash them regularly, the beds themselves smell very , very doggy by now. Current plan is to acquire them and glue them into vinyl cases, and then cover with...well, we hadn't quite decided, but hopefully something the dogs will like. That seemed like a reasonable option, and I like the dragon on it. I did a year of study abroad at UWS Swansea, and loved every minute of it, so Wales has mostly great memories for me (I also fell in love with a Welsh bloke who broke my heart after I came home, so that's why it's only mostly great memories).

How much degree is in the room? I mean, before the fire is turned on?

LOL! And my family can't imagine ourselves without a thermometer. We have them in every room and outside the house on windows of every room and even take a small, shock-proof thermometer on trips. Come to think of it, it's really not that necessary - why not turn a heat sistem juging on "it feels chilly" or not? But - habits, habits! :P

Sounds like Rosie knows exactly how long it takes for Brythen to warm the bed nicely...

Humans relegated to the back, I see.

We used to have a cat which sat with its paws pushed through the fire guard (used for purposes of small children, not cats) and then, once the children had grown and the cat could get closer, he would lie as close as possible until his white tummy turned yellow and then just roll over.

Why not tape some window screen or other screen material so that the screen covers the vents? That way, you can just periodically untape the screen and give it a good shake and maybe a rinse and theoretically prevent it really getting into the amp?

My sister's childhood cat (suspected to be a Turkish Van that wasn't good enough for shows) would lie underneath the portable electric heater on her back once it turned cold. She only just fit, but she was happy there.

Luckily the electric heater was one of those sealed oil varieties so no exposed flame, but I always wondered how she didn't get burns on her belly lying there wedged underneath it.

This is so in keeping with the personality I created for Rosie in my head based solely on your photos.

It looks so cozy! And I love your carpet.

Sounds a bit like my sister and I as children when we slept. She'd cuddle up to me, and I'd move away (all of this while we were sleeping), and when I could flee no farther, I'd kick, apparently. And that was when I wasn't having night terrors, which were altogether worse and more hazardous to anyone in reach (I yelled and hit and kicked and threw my body around with every ounce of strength in my small frame, and was often very hard to wake from this state)