I give my boy-o's bones from time to time, but they *only* get them outside. Otherwise, Hubby and I would be sleeping with them, and I draw the line there. It seems that Mom's bed is a favorite place to stash toys/food/drool puddles for my twerps.
Totally off-topic here but the other day I found Apollo in the bed, looking very like the cat-that-ate-the-canary. I thought that perhaps he was hiding a drool puddle, or one of my socks. Nope, he was hiding the kitten. Yep, you read that aright. He had shoved the poor cat under the comforter, and was laying on top of it in the attempt to keep Zeus from his favorite "toy". I almost fell over, I was laughing so hard.