Our new house is much older than our previous one. Very quickly we realized this meant the halls and doorways are not as wide. The largest bedroom – with the best closet – is in the basement. Alas, after much debate and many awkward attempts at shoving, we cannot fit our lovely bed in the narrow stairwell.
This means that we sleep on the smaller double bed while Shiva gets to sleep on the larger, nicer bed upstairs in the spare room. That’s right, our dog literally has the best bed in the house.
I wonder what the dog training bully would have to say about that.
Too bad for him I don’t really care.
I’ve been posting very sporadically lately, I know. There are lots of things going on worth writing on – coyotes to freak out about, nippy little dogs to rant about, cat problems to worry about – I just haven’t been mentally capable of stringing more than two sentences together. But! There is some very exciting news on the tip of my tongue that I can’t wait to share. So I will get my act together soon, I promise.