I was out at my folks’ place last weekend helping them get the last of the year’s wood split, and putting a dent in next year’s necessary supply. I came away with a blister on my thumb (despite the leather gloves) and a new dog bed to throw in my office. My dad called and asked if the damn dogs had started using it yet, so I took some photos to document it.
This first one was Saturday night. I’d been watching the DVD Sid gave me for my birthday of PREDATORS (which I fully enjoyed, perhaps more even than when I saw it in the theater), turned on my lamp, looked over the edge of my desk, and lo and behold:
That’s almost scandalous.
These next two I took this morning.
So you’ll see, the only dog not documented taking her ease on the new bed is Velcro, though I think I saw her there once. I don’t think she’s feeling left out, though.
I guess the 6th denizen, Kitten the Basement Dweller, hasn’t been on it either. But she never comes upstairs, so I don’t think she counts.
Finally, seeing as how I share a home with someone who claims to “not really be a cat person,” I think this photo, which is kind of obscured in a way those Sasquatch pics and videos that hit the internet often are, may be photographic evidence that that comment is, as they say, bullshit.