Bedtime for Tobie

I bitch and moan about him, ’cause he drives me crazy, but all in all Tobie is a fine young man.


He’s only the second puppy I’ve ever raised, but apparently they all need their treasure spot. Little Bear’s was outdoors, since we slept in a tiny RV trailer. This one is about to become problematic since I don’t think it’ll fit in the bedroom. It’s too close to the woodstove once that goes into winter mode. We’ll work it out.


Tobie starts to settle down once it’s dark outside, going in and out of sleep…


Or he’ll idly decide to chew on a toy for a while, without getting crazy about it. That dollar store wheel-with-a-rope is one of his favorites because it slings so well. He can knock stuff off the kitchen counter with that thing, and has.


Found his current favorite bone behind the woodstove…


“Die, bone! Die!”


Or maybe it really is naptime.


(Coyotes start yipping not far away) “What the hell is that?”


“Seriously, Uncle Joel…”


“Shouldn’t you be swinging into action, or whatever humans do in a crisis like this? Really? You’re going back to your book? Well, when they’re chewing on your toes in the middle of the night don’t come crying to me. I tried to warn you.”

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4 Responses to Bedtime for Tobie

  1. Mark Matis says:

    I’m sorry that dog bed is already too small for him!

  2. Ben says:

    How about a temporary low barrier between the stove and Tobie’s bed to keep the two apart? It would need to be fireproof and about a foot high, so perhaps 4″ concrete blocks?

  3. Joel says:

    The bed isn’t too small. Any dog can sprawl over the edges of their bed. He likes it.

  4. Joel says:

    Ben, that’s an interesting idea. I may need to try that. I do have a bunch of cinder blocks.

To the stake with the heretic!