Post morning walkie.
Tobie likes his bed, the more so since we retired the main room’s reading chair almost two years ago and moved the bed next to the desk where I’m most likely to be if I’m sitting. Which, being a one-legged old man, I do a lot. I did that for practical reasons having to do with getting the fabric bed away from a hot woodstove, but…
…the move actually corrected some behavior problems. The bed used to be on the other side of the room and so I had my back to him all the time. He did not like that. Not one little bit. But he didn’t have any constructive way of saying so, and it turns out he likes being beside me keeping me company. In fact when the thunder monster comes he gets up and keeps me company very close to the chair – the better to keep me safe, no doubt.
He knows…you’re catching on.
A dog has to feel very secure in his safety to sleep wide open like that.
I think he likes you, keeping him safe from those thunder bumpers and all.
(plus the food and water, ear scratches, walkies, Jeep rides, and kind words).
Glad to see that dog bed is still surviving!