My dog never does, make his own bed, that its. Or so it seems to me. But then, what looks like an unmade bed to me, might like all apple-pie, neat and tidy, the perfectly made bed, to a dog.
When he was new, and still a puppy, our dog ate the first two beds we bought for him, so we gave up and he HAD to make his own bed. So he’s learned to be thoroughly independent in the bed-making department.
I made him a kennel in the kitchen (a convenient space when we took the old boiler out), but inside is his responsibility; he looks after his own space. I have no illusions about what control I have over what goes on in his kennel anyway, my four children taught me that.
I could say more, and maybe I’d stumble across the point of this post, but then again, I could stop here because maybe the point is already made. Either way, I’ll have to live with the consequences.
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Thank you for this blog Barry. Once again a great piece of writing and this one did make me laugh – thanks.
Keep up the good work, Barry. Common sense in digestible packages
Thanks Alex. Knowing that my posts are appreciated spurs me on.