The husband and I were at that magical place called Wally World on Saturday. Cruisin' the pet isle, I decided to get a doggie bed for Diesel. He lays on the front porch at night and I thought of all the kids, he might be the one to actually use a bed. The problem is I've tried to put doggie beds out in the past but they seem to always turn into toys and cover my yard with fuzz. So I thought I will get ONE and if it is destroyed, oh well, lesson learned AGAIN!
We got home and I put the bed on the front porch. There was a point of mass hysteria in which I finally sat on the bed myself to keep it in one place. With overly excited dogs, it's hard to wrangle them into laying on a bed. I went into the house and told the husband I would be surprised if it lasted the day.
Then I looked out and saw Diesel curled up on the bed. Perfect!
UNTIL, the other dogs decided they wanted the pet bed too. WHAT? None of the other dogs have ever wanted to sleep on a bed. Pepper was the biggest problem. She doesn't share.
So Pepper would get on the bed and refuse to let Diesel on. Then Diesel would bark and bark and whine and cry.
So I would have to go outside and pull Pepper off the bed. As soon as I would get her off, Diesel would jump on it and lay down.
Lucky Dog and Diesel were better at sharing.
Finally, Sunday morning we decided to go back to the store and get more doggie beds. There were only two left at the store so we bought those. Now Diesel and Lucky Dog are happy. They each have their own. The third one just sits empty. Pepper has not been back on the bed. She only wanted it when it was the only one to have. She's such a brat!