Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dog beds, Mini Schnauzer, Senior Dogs on January 10, 2022| 1 Comment »
A silly post tonight. We start Bear’s drug treatment tomorrow and, let’s just say ‘I’m a bit nervous.’ So, purely for my own entertainment, here’s Bear in his many and varied beds!
He’ll sleep all night on our bed. Then in the morning, it’s the sofa or beanbag. Once we start work, he’ll pick an office to snooze in. Come the evening, he’s flat out on the sofa until he decides it’s time for bed.
Posted in Dogs, Uncategorized, tagged dog beds, dog behaviour, Labrador Rescue, Rescue dog on January 29, 2012| 6 Comments »
Annie in her beloved bed
When we took on Annie her first bed was a folded quilt under the dining table which was her bolt hole of choice after her ordeal. She soon discovered the delights of the sofas and as we were only fostering her at that point it seemed fine to let it go.
When we adopted her, we bought her a bed. It felt symbolic, a way to mark her joining the family officially and after months of being squashed between two dogs on the sofa of an evening, the idea of them sleeping in their own beds was appealing.
So we went to the pet shop and she picked out a bed. Or rather, we bought the only one she seemed vaguely interested in. It was stupidly expensive, but I justified it on the basis that all the bits came apart for machine washing. “She’ll have it for years” I confidently told Other Half as he scoffed at the price tag. It fell apart in the first wash.
We got a refund and decided to get her a sturdy plastic bed that we could fill with soft (and washable) blankets instead. Then came her surgery so ‘bed’ became a crate for almost 12 weeks while she healed. When at last the crate was packed away, we put the new bed in its place. She ignored it. She’d sit in it occasionally, as did Little Bear and now and then, Camden Cat. She’d even lay down in it if we asked, but you always got the feeling that she was doing it under sufferance.
Impulse buy
A couple of weeks ago I saw a bed I just knew she’d love. I was only in the pet shop to buy cat treats. She didn’t need a bed I told myself, she had two sofas and two arm chairs to choose from for crying out loud. I left the shop and walked to the car. I opened it and locked it again before even taking the key out of the lock. Minutes later me and the new bed were heading home.
LB was incredibly excited. He dug out the inner pillow within seconds and then promptly chewed off the tag putting pay to any ideas of returning it, but he quickly got bored and wandered off to find a tennis ball while Annie, unusually aloof gave the new bed the eye.
I love my bed
That was a few weeks ago now and she’s very rarely out of it. She loves her bed so much she’ll lie in it no matter where it is. She’s even choosing her bed over the sofa. I have some theories of course. Maybe she likes having somewhere that’s entirely hers. The sofas after all are shared and she can and does get turfed off them if there’s no room for anyone else to sit down. Or maybe it’s just the fact that it’s comfortable. We’ll never know for sure, but she certainly does look like one very happy dog!
Annie snoozing in her new bed
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