My big boy…

I was just reading some two-year-old posts about when Tobie came to live with me, since it’s been almost exactly two years. Came upon the story of how he told me he wanted his own bed…

Generous Reader MM promptly donated a bigger bed, which was a big hit with Tobie. We had one of those problems-I-didn’t-even-know-was-a-problem until the following Fall when I needed to move the new bed away from the woodstove. I ended up retiring the living room chair and setting up the bed in the corner next to the Official TUAK Desk, and that turned out to be a perfect fit and also what he had wanted all along. Now he can keep me company while I waste time on the ‘pooter.

And Tobie still likes his bed, and has grown to fit it…