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:
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.)