Here's a picture I posted exactly two weeks ago today of Butch sleeping happily on his unblemished bed (the second bed he's had exactly like this):
Well, last night I forgot to close that door, and I got online and stayed there a while. While I was on the computer, Butch lay on the floor beside me, and Levi was in and out. I realized later he was more out than in, because when it was time to go to bed, I went into the bedroom and found a carpet strewn with foam rubber and a dog bed about one-third of the size it had been earlier.
I've shown you that kind of stuff before, so I didn't even bother to take a picture. And, as it was quite late, I decided cleanup could wait until morning. Levi was locked in his crate by then, so I left Butch alone and went to brush my teeth. When I returned, I found this scene and decided it was photoworthy:
Poor baby! Bless his little put-upon heart.
In spite of that pitiful photo, there's another part of this story that makes it at least a little bit funny. You see, even though I hadn't cleaned up the mess, I had taken a minute to retrieve the last, mostly-intact dog bed in the house and put it in the spot where Butch's bed normally is. And I'd watched him sniff it, climb on it, and begin circling and pawing the bed like he does every night before he lies down. He was circling and pawing when I left to go brush my teeth.
That means that at some point in the going-to-bed process, Butch changed his mind and made a choice to sleep on this ragged little piece of a bed bunched up in a corner.
Hmm. I guess it's still pitiful, any way you look at it.
(First published at Velvet Sacks on July 27, 2011.)
2 comments:
Imagine destroying your own bed! Our cat (we also have a blind blue heeler as you might recall), which is the first cat we've had in 40 years, insists on batting his play mousies under the stove, furnace, and other places that he can't retrieve them. You might think he would learn, but, nope, he never does.
Snowbrush, the last time I put a new bed in Levi's crate, I found the bed remarkably intact in the morning. Levi didn't look happy, however. He was sleeping on the cool plastic floor of the crate, and the bed was lying on his back. Since then he has had an old blanket in there so he can shape it like he wants it.
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