I am happy as the next guy to partake of my meditations in the dog cave, particularly when Momma is close by working on the computer.
But I really don't like it when I wake up in there all alone.
I used to have a nice soft bed in the living room so that I could hang out with the family whilst they were watching movies and whatnot, but ever since master redid the room and they got some fancy pants foo foo interior decorator in to help them choose furnitures and carpets and tables, there has not been a soft spot in there upon which I can rest my unusually large and needing a cushion self.
My misery was compounded by the fact that PeeWee has always enjoyed his very own couch in the living room. Even though we allegedly have a "no dogs on furniture" rule, he was somehow able to strike a special deal wherein he gets to use this couch as long as there are no human guests around. Not fair!
Well, good news! I FINALLY convinced the evil witch that she could tuck one of my beds behind the coffee table and it would be out of sight and not in the way of normal "traffic."
What a relief! Now I can be close to my family without having to suffer the discomfort of laying about directly on the floor.
Only problem is that it is kind of a tight fit and I am forced to use the coffee table as an adjunct to my bed. I did try pushing it out of the way, but momma told me that all four legs of the table must remain on the carpet or the deal is off.
So I manage.
I even found a manly brown bed cover to replace that icky purple one (note coffee table is as close to the edge of the carpet as I can get away with).
Hey! Check out this cool Mango pumpkin picture OC sent me! Now THAT would scare the kidlets.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Spare a thought for our good friend, Greg. He works at NPR and has been sent on assignment to the war in Afghanistan for a month. Come home safely, buddy.