I have developed a taste for the comfort, coziness and luxuriousness that can only be described in one word. Bed. I’m not talking about that square foam thing covered with cloth and sheepskin that I’m supposed to sleep on. I’m talking about the cushy, down comforter covered, fluffed pillow, fit for a king sized thing that I am not allowed on (but secretly sneak onto any chance I get.)
I can understand the dismay at my new habit. I am hairy. I shed and I do get a little stinky before my monthly bath but COME ON! Throw this dog a bone. How could you not want to lay in something so soft and lovely?
Oh sweet bliss! I just heard the car pull out of the driveway so I need to sign off – it’s my bedtime!