Curmudgeonly Old Man
We bought Red a new bed at Costco a couple weeks ago. Which yes, was my idea because his other bed had crusty drool embedded into the fabric. No washing machine could get rid of this crust…seriously. Disgusting.
We enter the apartment and the dogs run to greet us in their normal maniacal fashion. We put the bed on the ground and both dogs are on it, sniffing immediately. But Red wanted nothing to do with it–apparently crust is comfortable, and he turned his nose up and turned to lay down on his original bed. It wasn’t until we threw out the old bed that he reluctantly started lying down on this one. I think it started to grow on him almost immediately. Within minutes he was on his back, sprawled out like a drunken old man. And Luna, always wanting to be in on whatever action is happening, started nudging her way onto the pillow. Eventually Red rolled over like the good big brother he is to let the annoying little sister join him, but this was the look he gave me as I crawled on my knees to snap their picture. Can’t you just imagine his thoughts…?











