It’s a no-brainer that sleep is vital for one’s health. That is why so many researchers study the best way to get good quality shut-eye. However, forget chamomile tea and meditating before bed. According to new research, women sleep better next to dogs. That’s right; Canisius College in New York State conducted a study that found that canines make better-sleeping partners than humans or cats.
“We found that women commonly rate dogs as better bed partners than cats and human partners and report that their dogs enhance their sleep quality,” Christy Hoffman, Ph.D., animal behaviorist and lead researcher of the study.
Research Finds that Women Sleep Better Next to Dogs
Hoffman surveyed almost one thousand women living in the United States to come to these findings. The results showed that 55% of the participants shared their bed with at least one dog and 31% with at least one cat. Also, 57% of these women shared a bed with a human partner, while the rest did not. [1]
Hoffman also discovered why dogs seemed to make the best bed companions. The first reason is that dogs’ sleeping patterns, as opposed to cats, more closely resemble those of humans.
“The difference between dogs and cats is not surprising because dogs’ major sleep periods tend to coincide more closely with humans’ than do cats,’” said Hoffman.
However, while there may be benefits of these similar sleeping patterns, more research is needed to know for certain. But Hoffman has some ideas of how this could work.
“In comparison to human bed partners, dogs may be better at accommodating their human’s sleep schedule,” she said. “It’s not uncommon for human bed partners to go to bed at very different times and wake up at very different times. Such differences in partners’ schedules can certainly disrupt sleep. It may be that dog bed partners adapt more readily to their owner’s schedule than do human bed partners.”
Moreover, dogs require certain schedules and responsibilities, such as a morning walk. This kind of regime helps their owners maintain a routine, improving sleep quality as a result.
Stillness and Security
Additionally, dogs tend to stay stiff as they sleep. Anyone who’s slept with a fidgety partner knows how disruptive they could be. However, women in the study reported that their dogs stayed on the bed most of the night instead of felines, who tended to come and go.
“This suggests that cats may be more likely than dogs to create disruptions by moving on and off the bed during the night. In addition, we found that dog owners kept to more consistent bedtime and wake time schedules than cat owners and also tended to go to bed earlier and wake up earlier than cat owners,” Hoffman said.
Here’s the third and most important reason: Canines provide a sense of security to their owners. More so than with cats or even human partners.
“Some dog owners may take comfort in the thought that their dog will alert them in the case of an intruder or other type of emergency; furthermore, a dog’s bark may deter a potential intruder. A cat is less likely to take on this role, and so, may not provide psychological comfort in the same way a dog might,” said Hoffman.
The Best Partner for Quality Sleep
However, while the study suggests that dogs are the perfect slumber buddies, their benefits are subjective to each case. For example, a dog could snore or make the bed too hot. Additionally, there are many owners who find that their cats help them sleep.
Keep in mind that the research was based on how the volunteers perceive their pets’ effects on their sleeping quality and duration. As a result, more objective research is needed to definitively consider dogs the superior sleeping partners. However, Hoffman believes that these studies could be beneficial as many American households have pets.
“It will be valuable to continue this line of research so we can develop a clearer picture of the contexts under which pets and their presence in their owner’s bed may positively impact sleep quality, and the contexts under which co-sleeping with a pet may be detrimental to one’s sleep quality,” she said.
For instance, research has also shown that women sleep better while alone than with a human, but many believe in the opposite. Future research could use Fitbit-like devices to objectively track the sleep quality of people in different sleeping conditions.
I Burned My Face in a Fire and My Husband Dumped Me, Years Later, I Accidentally Ran into Him And He Was Shocked
I thought my husband and I would be together forever, but when the fire happened, everything changed. While I was left physically scarred, he revealed his true colors, and I never imagined that I would end up getting the last laugh.
It was a chilly fall evening when the fire started. I still remember the scent of wood smoke lingering in the air, mixed with the distant sounds of children playing. That night, everything changed in an instant, leaving scars that went far deeper than the surface.
The house we rented had an old, unreliable furnace. I had mentioned to my husband, Evan, several times that we should have it checked, but he always brushed me off. That was typical of Evan—he always assumed he knew better, especially as he studied to become a doctor. My concerns were dismissed as if they were trivial.
That night, eight years ago, I lit a few candles to add warmth to our home. The power had been flickering, and I wanted to create a cozy atmosphere. I was lost in a book, holding a mug of tea, feeling content despite the wind rattling the windows. But then, I smelled something burning.
I looked up and saw it—the fire. It had started from the faulty furnace and was spreading fast, climbing the walls like a living thing. In my panic, I knocked over the candles, which only fueled the flames. Within moments, the entire living room was ablaze.
I ran to grab the fire extinguisher, but it was too late. The fire had consumed everything in its path. I screamed for Evan, who was upstairs studying. He rushed down, and for the first time, I saw real fear in his eyes.
“Get out!” he shouted, but I was frozen in place, struggling to operate the extinguisher. Before I knew it, a beam from the ceiling crashed down, pinning me to the floor. The heat was unbearable, and my skin blistered from the flames.
Evan pulled me out just in time, dragging me across the floor and out into the yard. I was in shock, barely able to comprehend what had just happened. The sound of sirens echoed in the distance, but all I could focus on was the excruciating pain that tore through my body.
I was rushed to the hospital, where I spent days in a haze of surgeries and painkillers. When I finally woke up, I was wrapped in bandages, my face and body covered. Evan sat by my bedside, pale and trembling as he held my hand.
But when the doctors removed my bandages, his reaction said it all. His eyes filled with horror as he struggled to find the words. “I… I don’t know how to…” he stammered. I wanted to reassure him, to tell him it would be okay, but I didn’t have the strength.
I could feel the distance growing between us, like a chasm neither of us could cross. When I was discharged, Evan hired a nurse to care for me while the house was being repaired. He kept his distance, and although I hoped we could rebuild our life together, I didn’t expect what came next.
The very next morning, Evan packed his bags and left. He didn’t even have the decency to say it to my face—he sent me a cold, heartless message that read, “I can’t be with someone like this.”
Evan, the man I had loved and trusted, couldn’t handle the way I looked. I was devastated, crushed by his betrayal. I thought his rejection would break me, but instead, it became the catalyst for my transformation.
For weeks, I focused on my recovery. I endured countless surgeries and therapy sessions, working to heal both the physical and emotional wounds. The doctors did their best, but I knew I would never look the same again. When I finally looked in the mirror, the woman staring back was a stranger.
Re-entering the world, I braced myself for the looks of pity and disgust from others. It was a daily battle to rebuild my confidence and sense of self. But that’s when I met Jim.
Jim was different from Evan in every way. He was kind, steady, and sincere. We met at a support group for burn survivors, and although I was hesitant at first, we quickly formed a connection. As a doctor, Jim had worked with trauma patients, and he never flinched when he saw my scars. Instead, he saw me.
With Jim’s support, I underwent additional surgeries, but this time it wasn’t about trying to look like my old self—it was about feeling comfortable in my own skin again. Jim loved me for who I was, and he made sure I knew it every day. Slowly but surely, I began to see the beauty in myself once again.
Eventually, Jim and I fell in love, and we got married. I had found happiness again—something I never thought possible after the fire.
Fast forward to last Saturday, Jim and I were celebrating his promotion at a fancy restaurant with his colleagues. Everything was going perfectly until I saw him… Evan. He was standing across the room, chatting with one of Jim’s coworkers. I felt a wave of shock wash over me. For a moment, I was transported back to that painful time in my life.
Evan walked over to congratulate Jim, and when he glanced at me, he gave me a flirtatious smile. “You’re lucky,” he said to Jim. “You’ve got a beautiful wife.”
I smiled back, but my heart was racing. Evan didn’t recognize me.
Later that evening, I was set to give a speech in honor of Jim. As I stood there with the microphone in hand, I looked at Evan, who was completely unaware of who I was. I decided to seize the moment.
I spoke about my journey—from the fire to my recovery—and how I had been abandoned by my ex-husband when I needed him the most. I glanced at Evan as I spoke, and I watched as the realization hit him. His face turned pale as he connected the dots.
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Without naming names, I had told the whole room about Evan’s betrayal. He left in a hurry, clearly shaken by my story. Jim, who hadn’t known about my past with Evan, was furious when I told him later that night. But I stopped him from confronting Evan.
“It’s not worth it,” I said. “He’s already living with the consequences of his choices.”
A few months later, Jim noticed that Evan had been underperforming at work. His poor attitude and lack of compassion had caught up with him, and he was eventually let go. It was poetic justice, seeing Evan face the repercussions of his own actions.
In the end, I realized that everything I went through led me to where I was meant to be. I had found a love that was true and built a life I was proud of. The scars that once brought me pain had become a symbol of my strength.
Life has a way of bringing things full circle, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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