confoosed

Due to what we perceived as rheumatism (old age) in our doggy, Midnight, she has a brand new bed.  And orthopedic bed, no less.  An expensive, orthopedic bed ... no less.  Hopefully it's comfortable.  For the price we paid for her comfort, it better be.  And it must be because she jumped right into it and has been sleeping in it ever since.

However, Midnight still has a bed in Rick's office that she used to sleep in whenever he was working in there.  Since we brought home the sleep number equivalent for dogs, Midnight has not been seen in that old bed at all.  Nada. 

And the following conversation was heard in our household immediately following that discovery ...

ME:  "Ya' know, I don’t think she sleeps in her bed anymore."

RICK:  "She does."

ME:  "In your office?"

RICK:  "I don’t think so."

ME:  "Say what?"

RICK:  "She still eats in the kitchen."

So... I learned nothing from the above conversation.  Except Midnight likes her new bed and still hasn't begged for a treat in awhile.

Come to think of it, if I had an expensive mattress to sleep on, perhaps I'd stay of out the kitchen more, too.
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