Friday, November 28, 2008

The story of the dog bed.

I buy a 35 fucking dollar dog bed and the first night I have it, the damn dog won't go near it. I try to coax him in it, and he whines and puts his ears back like I'm beating him. Then, I try to pick him up and put him in it and he screams bloody murder, wiggles and jumps out of arms. OK fine. I wake up 2 hours later, and he's laying NEXT TO IT. Yup, my retarded dog.

But then, when I woke up this morning, he was curled up in a little ball in it. He just needed to do it in his OWN TIME.

How cute is that???

2 comments:

Becky said...
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Cheryl said...

Thanks! And YES! They're spoiled little furry brats! ;-)