This is what I came home to at lunch today. The guts of Louie’s Boots & Barkley bed (that I bought him 6-8 weeks ago) were all over the living room. Within a week of getting it for him, I saw where he had either chewed or scratched a couple of holes in the corners, but he liked to lie on it and I would drag it back to my office for him if I was going to be in there for awhile. But it usually was over there on the hardwood underneath the window.

Nobody’s going to be sleeping on this bed!

So, I spent my lunch cleaning up bed stuffing. I was not happy about it and let Louie know in no uncertain terms that this behavior would not be tolerated as I took the remains out to the trash. He just wagged his tail and looked at me as if to say, “but it was SO MUCH FUN! It was like snow and I just frolicked and frolicked in it!”

It was just the other night I was thinking he was so cute burying a footie in the middle of the bed and trying to push the bed over top of it with his nose. He pushed that bed until it was wedged between the wall and an ottoman. That may have been the issue, I didn’t put it back to where it normally is. Obviously, Louie didn’t have any trouble dragging it across the room.

From another angle, you can see the green stripe around the footie in the bed.

I did boot him outside while I got most of the stuffing off the rug and then vacuumed. When I let him back in, I did sit down with him and tell him that even though I was unhappy and very disappointed, I still loved him. Hey, I always felt bad when my dad took that tact with me. Anyway, I’ll leave you with a picture of Louie having fun outside looking a little “wild-eyed.” And I will be calling that dog trainer that I’ve put off calling since the last time Louie ate a bed.

Wild Eyed Louie!

“If you live with dogs, you’ll never run out of things to write about.” ~ Sharon Delarose