Momma has been keen for me to take over supervisor duties in the dog cave.
However, the only place to rest my labraself was heretofore something which might have formerly been a soft bed but which had become flat as a pancake (although the best pancakes are actually quite light, fluffy and not flat at all) due to the weight of the Relentlessly Huge.
I informed momma that given the proper motivation (meaning a new bed) I might be persuaded to keep her company while she puttered away on the computer.
To my surprise, just a few short days later, a box arrived. A box alleged to contain a bed just for yours truly.
|That doesn't look like much of a bed...|
My momma is pretty clever you know and I'll be damned if she didn't take the bits and pieces from that box and somehow wiggle and push and grunt and puzzle and..... what do you know?
|Hey! Momma! How did you do that?|
I wasted no time at all settling in. It is an extra special super duper therapeutic bed. Ah sweet relaxation.
|I wonder if I could be a bed model?|
Much as I love my momma, she is quite ill informed when it comes to comfortable sleeping positions. Because no sooner did she see me curled up in a happy little labraball then she exclaimed "Oh Dexter! That bed is too small for you!" And she was on the phone chatting away with those nice LLBean people about how best to effect an exchange for a larger version.
|I hope she isn't ordering a new bed. This one is perfect.|
"Blah, blah, blah too small, blah, blah, blabbity, paypal, blah, UPS, blah, blah..... "
The soporific effect of momma's conversation was too much and I soon found myself dreaming about cheese food and even possibly snoring a bit.
|Bed... is... so... comfy.... zzzzzzzz|
Happily, the sight of my labraself in blissful slumber seemed to have persuaded momma that her purchase had been correct after all.
My very first bed. All for me! Life is good.