In the room formerly known as the “Home Office” and now known as the study/guest room, are two dog crates. Margot and Guinness love their crates and gladly sleep in them IF their people are nearby. But now that I’ve moved my office back to the Nook, where there isn’t room for crates, the dogs have conveyed that a Houston winter, mild though it may be, is not the best time for sleeping on a new ceramic tile floor.
A trip to Arne’s and now all is well:
That’s awfully cute. The pier and beam, wind blowing under the house doesn’t help keep the floor warm. Trust me…I remember. One of the things that made me shy away from buying another bungalow…even though I love them!
Yeah, and it’s so weird to actually be having “winter” here this year.
a: Arne’s RULES.
b: Awwww! This photo makes me want to curl up with them. But then Margot would scoff at me and go to her chair in the living room… God forbid I disturb the princess with snuggles. ;p
Unless SHE wants the snuggles, then God forbid you ignore her.
Awwww
Rutlie has a bed just like that, and when I am cooking, I bring into the kitchen, because he hates the cold tiles, too. He sits in it and watches me cook. Of course, I talk to him, like I have my own show or something. He listens so intently.
Secretly, Rutlie is like Duke, the Bush beans dog. He’s planning to sell all your secret recipes and use the money to finance the revolution.
He’s thinking, “What’s she going to do with all those empty food take out food containers?”
I’ve got gentle little “baby mobiles” playing in my head, looking at this. : )
“Baby mobiles” WOULD be better than having “Carol of the Bells” in one’s head–except that I happen to LOVE that song, so for me, it’s not an earworm. Ha!
(Famous Author Rob Byrnes, however, needs to pay for that freaking Lonely Goatherd song…)
AWWWW!
i like how they stay on opposite sides.
jewel refuses to let bean touch her, so this seems extra familiar to me.
It’s kind of funny, because when I first brought this bed home, Guinness immediately treated it like it was HER bed, which was fine with Margot, who kept treating it like a giant dog toy. She’d run into the kitchen, bite it, try to fling it around, step on it and pull at it. It’s only recently that Margot, too, has accepted that it’s a place to snooze.
A few minutes after I posted that photo, they shifted positions and I shot that, too. Sometimes they curl up together. Other times, they like their space. It still amazes me that in all the years since they became sisters, they’ve only had two cranky moments with each other. People should be more like dogs.
ha! too funny.
this world would be a better place if we were all a little more dog-like. 😉
Dash left you a message expressing k9 solidarity
I told them. They said Dash is a dog of good sense.
Too cute!
(The new floor looks great, too.)
Thanks!
Perfect! I like the way they give each other space . . .