It was time for the dog bed covers to be cleaned so I removed them and threw the foam inserts in the corner of the bedroom. When it came time for bed, Gordy ran in and claimed the foam pile first leaving poor Gibson out in the cold.
When I tried to comfort Gibson, and explain (Yes, I know he’s a dog.) how he was finally getting a taste of his own medicine since he does this sort of thing to Gordy constantly, I just got the cold shoulder and some serious eye cutting.
{Cutting Eyes at Me}
So I caved and gave him his foam bed back. This is one entitled dog. ;)
Love That!!
haha! Love it. I so understand how we become in tune with out dog’s personalities. We have three yorkies, and each one is SO different.
PS. Took my first knitting lesson from my elderly neighbor friend! Look forward to getting the hang of this.
I just love your Yorkies! I spent my morning scrolling through your blog. Awesome photos!
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