…is the big event for the day, and I have to go do that in a few minutes. I’ve just been sitting around most of this week, no special reason, just stocked up on dowanna, hence the sparse blogging. But just to prove I’m not a total couch potato…
…and to placate Generous Reader MM, I did wash Tobie’s bed cover yesterday.
Tobie has become less neurotic about his bed than when he was younger…
I have an old dog blanket D&L gave me, that I used as a substitute last time we had this not-really-a-crisis, and he finds it surprisingly acceptable. In fact…
…when things are all back together and his freshly-laundered bed is returned to him, he generally gives it a fairly low Yelp review until he decides it smells right again. Customers: They’re not always right, but they’re always the customers.
The photos of Tobie are great. The third photo of him looking over his shoulder reminds me that while puppies only see in black and white, their sense of smell gives them a rainbow of perception about their world.
By the way, I figure that after seventy decades on this mud ball, we are entitled to just sit back and relax a bit.
Seventy decades? Im guessing then that you sir are immortal and thats pretty cool.😉
I suspect that occasional laundry of that cover might extend its life!
In Tobi’s world, you take the great-smelling dogbed away and then a few hours later you replace it with a completely new smelling dog bed. In his mind, he’s getting a new dog bed.