I admit it; I got sucked in today. I stopped at a local discount store when I had a few minutes to kill before my haircut, and I just couldn’t resist the pink heart bed.
Lola had taken over our old love seat. She’s the only one that lays there, too. Chester never gets up on it. Maybe because he wasn’t allowed up on it before we got our new couches? Or is it because he already has his own bed?
Okay, so it was the boys’ bed before Chester took it over. Oddly enough, they don’t really seem to grudge him the bed. Simba never tries to chase him out of it.
Even though she is grudgingly laying on her new diva bed (notice how she’s on the very back of it?), I’m not sure she properly appreciates how it sets off her chocolate coat.
She liked her pillow. It was just a ratty old pillow that my husband used to use (and I can’t say as I particularly liked it, but then he never liked any of the nicer pillows I tried). Which is why I keep trying to give her a more aesthetically-pleasing subsitute. It’s not as squishy as the pillow, I suppose. But notice how it nicely matches the mexican blanket next to it? Just like a teenager. Never appreciates what you buy for them.
Or maybe she doesn’t like the fact that the new bed isn’t as deep as the old bed, and so she’s relegated to a more lowly position. Why is it that some beds are so deeply appreciated and used, and others are shunned? Or why is it that the boys just adore having a towel by the back door to lay on (we have the dogs go to it when they come in, so that they don’t truck mud throughout the house when it rains).
At least Simba appreciates what we buy for him. Okay, so we didn’t actually buy the couches for the boys (or the dogs). Shhhhhhhh! Don’t tell Simba that. He seems to understand how well the deep blue of the couch sets off his handsome fur coat.
Alas, you will notice that Gizmo is yet again nowhere to be found in any of these photographs. Simba has become increasingly snuggly as time goes on. I’m not sure if it has to do with his simply slowing down as he ages, or the fact that the dogs are always with me (or on me), and so he’s finally realized that there’s a lot of competition out there for my lap.
Not only has he begun to curl up on my lap during the winter, he does it now, too, when it’s ungodly hot out. And he’s begun to sleep with us frequently. So far Lola still sleeps in her crate. I’m not sure I’m ready to trust her on the bed all night. Plus, I’m not sure there would still be room for me & my husband if we have three on the bed!
Gizmo was on the scale in the family room, by the way. It’s one of his favorite spots to take a snooze.
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