What Was She Thinking?

I've got my eye on you.....

See that eyeball?  The left one.  (To your right.)  The one that’s not covered up with hair.  We decided on Saturday when I was getting my hair done, that I’ve got a cow-lick over that eye.  Now.  I have to tell you that I’ve only seen cows from waaaaaaay afar.  And none of them ever licked me.  But, there it is. Whatever IT is.

Something told me She was up to something while We were at the groomer’s.  It took a little while.  But there it was. A new  bed.  Seems like everybody takes advantage of a good grooming to wash things like dog blankets, dog sheets and dog beds.  It makes sense to me.  We’re clean.  Why not our bedding?

But those of you who know me, know I love my little bed.  I love my big bed, too (the one We all sleep in at night and sometimes during the day when We take naps).  But my little bed is my castle.  Don’t mess with it.

Here’s how much I love it:

My favorite bed. The little one.

Now if that’s not a picture of bliss, I don’t know what is.

So, imagine my shock and dismay when I didn’t see it in its usual place on Saturday afternoon. Gone. Vamoose. Instead there was a bigger, nicely padded gold thing made out of nice thick damask-looking fabric with tassels and stuff. There was even a cut-out place for me to step in to get on it.

“Boy, that sure looks nicer,” He said. “I wish We could keep it there.”

“Well, let’s see what happens,” She responded.  In a hopeful, longing kind of way.

Not on your life big boy. What was She thinking?  That I’d forget about my little bed?  That I’d — all of a sudden — embrace this hulking piece of baroque fluff and puff?

Needless to say, I am now resting beside my little bed.  I don’t know where that other thing is at the moment.

God love Her.  She means well.

What You Learned Today:

  • Do not, under any circumstances, change a Scottie’s routine. Once it’s set, it’s set,  In stone. At least mine is anyway.
  • It really doesn’t matter what YOU might think about something.  It’s all ABOUT ME.
  • Thank you, Daddy, for putting my little bed back in it’s place. (At Our house, We Guys stick together.)

About The Scottie Chronicles

Winston welcomes you to The Scottie Chronicles - a blog that began in 2009 as a voice for Stuart, a more than memorable black, brindle and white Scottish Terrier who captured hearts around the world. Stuart passed suddenly in December 2015 from cardiac hemangiosarcoma, a nasty cancer that took him far too early. If you love Scotties, please follow along. Arroooo!
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4 Responses to What Was She Thinking?

  1. Oh, I love my bed so, I think it’s time for a nappie.

    • Oh Emma. I just got back from the vet. It’s not pretty. I think I might sleep too much. I’m putting on more weight. Think I need to go out for a little walkie. Be back later. See ya ’round the hood. Rooo Rooo, Stuart

  2. What were they thinking?? We don’t need any change.

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