Choosing “Disgusting”: Why Letting My Dog Sleep on the Bed Is the Purest Comfort I Know

Someone told me today that it was “disgusting” to let a dog sleep on the bed. They said it with judgment, with certainty, as if they knew something about my life, my heart, or my home.
But the truth? I am more than okay with being “disgusting.”

Because this—this quiet moment at the end of a long day—is my peace. My reset. My calm after the noise and demands of everything beyond my front door. When the world feels too loud, too heavy, or too rushed, this big, warm, gentle creature stretched out beside me is the one thing that brings me back to center.

He’s not “just a dog.”
He is the one who follows me from room to room, never more than a step behind.
He is the one who senses my stress before I even speak it aloud.
He is the one whose love is steady, uncomplicated, and unwavering.

Yes, he hogs my blankets.
Yes, he snores directly into my ear.
Yes, he sprawls out like he owns the entire bed.

And if someone wants to call that gross, that’s entirely their problem—not mine.

To me, this is comfort.
This is connection.
This is the feeling of finally exhaling after holding my breath all day.
This is home.

And the truth is simple:
If being “disgusting” means sharing nights like this—warm, safe, loved—
I will choose disgusting every single time.