Would you believe this great piece of furniture is a dog bed?
Even better, it’s MY bed — and just about my favorite place to hang out!
Chip here – – and it’s true. After I had back surgery (that’s a whole long story for another time), the doctor told my family they needed to make sure I stopped jumping on and off the furniture (I used to do that ALL the time!) or I might be permanently injured.
As for me, there is no way I want to go through that surgery again. I know it cost them a lot of money, too. I’m sure Reilly would say I’m not worth that much twice.
I wouldn’t have said “twice”, brother! hehehe
They couldn’t be home to watch me all the time and like to sleep at night so they had to find a solution. After some searching around they found this – and I’m sure glad they did!
Now that I’m a more mature canine…
You mean OLD MAN, Chip!
Older and wiser than you, Reilly! As I was saying, now that I’m a mature canine I don’t jump on the future any more but I like it here so much they let me keep it.
Dog Bed and End Table Too!
As you can see, my bed really is a piece of furniture.Yes, my pets think it’s nice enough that they actually use it as an dog bed end table (yes, that’s what I hear them call it when they talk to other humans) in the room where everyone spends their time. Right near ME!!
That means I can lay in it any time I want and still be in the middle of things because my bed is right out there where everyone else sits. Not only that, but it’s a great little cave that lets me get away from all the hard work I do (ha ha) and even bring my toys with me. Now if only I could get them to let me bring snacks in there with me.
My bed is so comfortable I find myself just relaxing in there much of the day. It lets me watch the door and greet everyone who comes in and see everyone coming and going from all the rooms in the house. I am also close to the kitchen so I can pounce if something hits the floor.
Bed Stops Me from Roaming
While I love my bed, there is a small downside. Sometimes my family closes the door so I can’t give my normal greeting to some folks who come to visit. If I make my displeasure known long enough, sometimes they relent and open it up. I might still stay in it, but knowing I can go where I want is enough.
I hear they also keep you in it so you don’t roam around and chew up any tissues you find laying around. Real mature!
I’m mature, not a fossil, Reilly. Anyway…
I heartily recommend my dog bed, end table or whatever you want to call it, though it is just a bit small for Reilly (that is good for me sometimes – hee hee)! When I was out there surfing only I found bigger ones, too.
While my bed has a few years on it, here are a few others that would give me a tough decision if I were out shopping right now. Both of them look like I’d be right at home! I encourage you to have your family check them out too!